1:15:10
I will make a desperate tender
of my child's love.
1:15:13
I think she will be ruled in all respects by me.
1:15:16
Nay, more! I doubt it not!
1:15:20
But what say you to Thursday?
1:15:22
My lord, l...
1:15:24
I would that Thursday were tomorrow!
1:15:27
Thursday let it be, then! Wife!
1:15:30
Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed.
1:15:32
Tell her o' Thursday she shall
be married to this noble sir!
1:16:47
Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
1:16:50
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
1:16:54
Yon light is not daylight; I know it, l.
1:16:57
It is some meteor that the sun exhales
to light thee on thy way to Mantua.