Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...as I hate hell...
...that tips with silver all these fruit tree tops...
This is she!
...begot of nothing but vain fantasy;
Go to!
...convert to bitterest gall.
Nay, bigger. Women grow by men.
put up thy sword
Uncle, 'tis a shame.
Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
...which is as thin of substance as the air and more inconstant than the wind...
But watching stars without you
Touch me deep
Good night!
I hate the word...
O Romeo, that she were an open-ass and thou a poperin pear!
And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
O be some other name!
Give Me My Longsword, Ho
...which, but their children's end, nought could remove...
Ay! By and by, I come!
put up thy sword
- Juliet! - By and by, I come!
My life were better ended by their hate than death prorogued...
- At thy good heart's oppression. - Farewell, my coz.
I would like some white paint please What colour white would you like?
Therefore be patient, take no note of him.
...all Montagues...
This is she!
...have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets.
Juliet!
...or manage it to part these men with me.
- Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? - I... I do bite my thumb, sir.
Julieta!
Good night.
Parting is such sweet sorrow...
...to beautify him, only lacks a cover.