:03:02
Oh!
:04:09
These violent delights...
:04:11
..have violent ends.
:04:13
And in their triumph die
like fire and powder...
:04:17
..which, as they kiss, consume.
:04:19
The sweetest honey is loathsome
in his own deliciousness.
:04:24
Therefore love moderately.
:04:28
Romeo shall thank thee, daughter,
for us both.
:04:43
I pray thee,
good Mercutio, let's retire!
:04:46
The day is hot, the Capels are abroad,...
:04:52
..and if we meet we shall not 'scape a brawl,...
:04:55
..for now, these hot days,
is the mad blood stirring.
:04:59
We're the Caps!