1:39:39
My love...
1:39:42
My wife...
1:39:44
Death that hath sucked
the honey of thy breath...
1:39:47
..hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
1:39:52
Thou art not conquered.
1:39:58
Beauty's ensign yet is crimson
in thy lips and in thy cheeks...
1:40:04
..and death's pale flag is not advanced there.
1:40:19
Dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair?
1:40:26
Shall I believe that
unsubstantial death is amorous...
1:40:29
..and keeps thee here in dark
to be his paramour?