:22:00
This wind you talk of
blows us from ourselves!
:22:03
Supper is done, and we shall come too late!
:22:07
I fear, too early.
:22:09
For my mind misgives some... consequence,
yet hanging in the stars,...
:22:15
..shall bitterly begin his fearful date
with this night's revels,...
:22:20
..and expire the term...
:22:22
..of a despised life closed within my breast...
:22:27
..by some vile forfeit of untimely death.
:22:32
But he that hath the steerage of my course...
:22:36
..direct my sail!
:22:49
On, lusty gentlemen!
:23:27
Grr!
:23:28
Thy drugs are quick.