Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

O anything of nothing first create!
...who is already sick and pale with grief...
You count up the years
O gentle Romeo, if thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
Soft, I will go along. And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
...for stony limits cannot hold love out...
...and then they dream of...
May I go to the bathroom? Really?
Madam, the guests are come.
HOOLIET!!
...on the forefinger of an alderman...
...Iove;
...direct my sail!
goodnight aunty eiunty. goodnight eiunty dear.
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough...
Oh
...and all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay...
...by her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh!
...is now the two hours' traffic of our stage.
This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves!
Away, be gone. The sport is at its best.
- Romeo is it? - 'Tis he.
Juliet!
Away from light steals home my heavy son...
Cos I'm kissing you
The aching
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much...
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
By the hour of nine.
...and then dreams he of cutting foreign throats;
Too great oppression for a tender thing.
And for ever
O heavy lightness, serious vanity!
And in this state she gallops night by night through lovers' brains...
Do not swear. Although I joy in thee, I have no joy in this contract tonight.