Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title.
A man, young lady!
But... farewell compliment.
My only love sprung from my only hate!
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Yet, if thou swear'st, thou may'st prove false.
Shall I hear more...
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books;
Good morrow, cousin.
...the inconstant moon that monthly changes in her circled orb...
... O brawling love, O loving hate!
The garden walls are high and hard to climb...
At this same ancient feast of Capulet's sups the fair Rosaline...
Don't be no fool
To yourself be true
Juliet! Juliet! Oh!
put up thy sword
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch...
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs...
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny...
Come, we burn daylight, ho! Ho-o!
You kiss by the book.
Goodnight
I'm kissing you
O me! What fray was here?
What I have summon from bachelor party and prayers at this time 3rd and your family
Heaving heart
Dost thou love me?
Younger than she are happy mothers made.
A pretty piece of flesh! I am!
...in which they stain their refined hands with fellow citizens' blood.