:09:00
..have thrice disturbed
the quiet of our streets.
:09:04
If ever you disturb our streets again,...
:09:08
..your lives shall pay
the forfeit of the peace.
:09:25
O where is Romeo? Saw you him today?
:09:29
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
:09:32
Madam, underneath the Grove
of Sycamore,...
:09:35
..so early walking did I see your son.
:09:38
Many a morning
hath he there been seen,...
:09:40
..with tears augmenting
the fresh morning's dew.
:09:43
Away from light
steals home my heavy son,...
:09:46
..and private in his chamber
pens himself,...
:09:50
..shuts up his windows,...
:09:52
..locks fair daylight out, and
makes himself an artificial night.
:10:07
Why, then,...
:10:09
..O brawling love, O loving hate!
:10:14
O anything ofnothing first create!
:10:17
Heavy lightness,...
:10:19
..serious vanity.
:10:22
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms.