Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Romeo!
Good day, good fellow.
...and look upon thy death.
... serious vanity.
Good night!
...where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow...
Thus then in brief!
Go thither, and with unattainted eye...
When airport security ask permission to search your bags
But he that hath the steerage of my course...
Alas that love, whose view is muffled still...
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
Thou talk'st of nothing.
Juliet!
Come on! i still wanted voices in yarn clips! But no! That was so hard!
Why, then...
He jests at scars that never felt the wound.
...nor foot, nor arm, nor face...
Supper is done, and we shall come too late!
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Juliet!
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love...
Was that my father that went hence so fast?
We follow thee.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it.
And me