:53:01
..and, I warrant, a virtuous...
:53:03
- Where is your mother?
- "Where is your mother?"
:53:06
How oddly thou repliest!
:53:08
Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
"Where is your mother?"
:53:11
God's Lady dear! Are you so hot?
Henceforth, do your messages yourself!
:53:14
O here's such a coil!
Come, what says Romeo?
:53:23
Have you got leave
to go to confession today?
:53:28
I have.
:53:30
Then hie you hence to Father Laurence' cell.
:53:34
There stays a husband to make you a wife!
:53:37
Oh!
:54:44
These violent delights...
:54:46
..have violent ends.
:54:49
And in their triumph die
like fire and powder...
:54:52
..which, as they kiss, consume.
:54:55
The sweetest honey is loathsome
in his own deliciousness.
:54:59
Therefore love moderately.