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- Glide: 1
- No, madam, we have culled such necessariesAs are behoveful for our state tomorrow.So please you, let me now be left alone,And let the nurse this night sit up with you, For I am sure you have your hands full allIn this so sudden business.
- What, are you busy, ho? Need you my help?
- Glide: 2
- Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers. Therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.
- Go, be gone.
- Glide: 3
- Am I like such a fellow?
- Come, come, thou art as hot a jack in thy mood asany in Italy; and as soon moved to be moody, and assoon moody to be moved.
- Glide: 4
- Things have fall'n out sir, so unluckily,That we have had no time to move our daughter.Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,And so did I. Well, we were born to die.'Tis very late; she'll not come down tonight.I promise you, but for your company,I would have been abed an hour ago.
- These times of woe afford no time to woo. Madam, good night; commend me to your daughter.
- Glide: 5
- Romeo It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
- JulietWilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.It was the nightingale, and not the lark,That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree.Believe me, love, it was the nightingale
- Glide: 6
- Friar Laurence..You say you do not know the lady's mind.Uneven is the course; I like it not.
- ParisImmoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,And therefore have I little talk of love,For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.Now, sir, her father counts it dangerousThat she doth give her sorrow so much sway, And in his wisdom hastes our marriageTo stop the inundation of her tears,Which, too much minded by herself alone,May be put from her by society.Now do you know the reason of this haste.
- Glide: 7
- Ay, those attires are best. But, gentle nurse, I pray thee leave me to myself tonight, For I have need of many orisons To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which, well thou knowest, is cross and full of sin.
- What,areyoubusy,ho?Needyoumyhelp?
- Glide: 8
- What, I have watched ere now All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
- Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time; But I will watch you from such watching now.
- Glide: 9
- Look,look!Oheavyday!
- O me, O me! My child, my only life, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! Help, help! Call help.
- Glide: 10
- Forshame,bringJulietforth;herlordiscome.
- She'sdead,deceased,she'sdead,alacktheday!
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