Not I, believe me. you have dancing shoes with nibble soles; I have osal of lead so stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
I am too sore to enpierced with his shaft to soar with his light feathers and so bound I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe. under loves heavy burden do I sink
is love a tender thing? it is rough, too rude, too boist'rous, and pricks like a thorn
if love be rough with you, be rough with love. prick love for pricking, and you beat down love.
you are a lover. borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound
and to sink in it should you burden love too great oppression for a tender thing?
nay gentle Romeo we must have you dance
O'Romeo. Romeo! where for art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse they name or if thou will not be but sworn my love and il no longer be a capulet.
call me but love and I'll be new baptized henceforth I never will be romeo
good king of cats nothing but one of your nine lives. that I mean to make bold withal and as you shall use me after dry-beat the rest of the eight. will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? make haste lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.
what wouldest thou have me?
o calm dishonorable ville submission alla stoccata carries it away tybalt you rat-catcher will you walk?