Give me a torch. I am not for this ambling. Being but heavy I will bear the light
Nay! Gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
You are a lover! Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound!
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I dreamt a dream tonightAnd so did IWhat was yours?That dreamers often lie.Asleep while they do dream things true.O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you... She is the Fairies' midwife, and she comes in the shape no bigger ...
PEACE, peace, Mercutio, peace. Thou talk'st of nothing
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I fear too early, for my mind misgives. Some consequence yet hanging in the stars shall begin his fearful date. With this night's revels, and expire the term of a Despisèd life closed in my breast. By some vile forfeit of untimely death, But he that hath the steerage of my course.Direct my sail. On lusty gentlemen.
True, I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain begot of nothing but vain fantasy...
This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves. Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
الانزلاق: 0
You have dancing shoes of nimble souls, I have a soul of lead, so stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
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