Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
I'll know his grievance or be much denied.
By my count, I was your mother much upon these years.
...nor any other part belonging to a man.
Good heart, at what?
... where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
Good night.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden, too like the lightning...
I know thou wilt say Ay, and I will take thy word.
Why must you be Romeo?
...here in my house do him disparagement.
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
A man, young lady. Such a man!
...which mannerly devotion shows in this.
Ay me!
...with beauty's pen.
I will bite my thumb at them, which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
I said don't love you
Come, madam, let's away.
Or, if thou wilt...
...a whispering tale in a fair lady's ear such as would please.
Not mad, but bound more than a madman is.
The law hath not been dead...
Alas that love, so gentle in his view...
Ay me, sad hours seem long.
...wanting of thy love.
...bred of an airy word by thee, old Capulet, and Montague...
The Boys!
...nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes...
- Romeo! - Romeo!
...with tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew.
...which are the children of an idle brain...
For I never saw true beauty till this night.
Madam, underneath the Grove of Sycamore...
JULIEEEEET!
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face and find delight writ there...
Thy drugs are quick.