: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!
:05:02
Wha... Wha... Wha...
:05:05
See? Thou art like one of these fellows...
:05:07
..that, when he enters
the confines of a tavern,...
:05:11
..claps me his Sword upon the table...
:05:13
..and says, "God send me no need of thee".
:05:16
And, by the operation of the second cup,...
:05:19
..draws him on the drawer,
when indeed there is no need.
:05:22
- Yeah!
:05:25
Am I like such a fellow?
:05:27
Thou art as hot a jack in thy mood
as any in Verona.
:05:34
By my head, here come the Capulets.
:05:37
By my heel... I care not.
:05:42
Follow me close.
:05:58
Gentlemen, good day.
A word with one of you?