Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Madam, underneath the Grove of Sycamore...
...with beauty's pen.
Not mad, but bound more than a madman is.
Good night.
Or, if thou wilt...
The law hath not been dead...
...a whispering tale in a fair lady's ear such as would please.
The Boys!
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
Good heart, at what?
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face and find delight writ there...
By my count, I was your mother much upon these years.
I will bite my thumb at them, which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
- Romeo! - Romeo!
I'll know his grievance or be much denied.
Come, madam, let's away.
For I never saw true beauty till this night.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden, too like the lightning...
A man, young lady. Such a man!
I said don't love you
... where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
Thy drugs are quick.
...with tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew.
Ay me, sad hours seem long.
...nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.
I know thou wilt say Ay, and I will take thy word.
JULIEEEEET!
Ay me!
...bred of an airy word by thee, old Capulet, and Montague...
...wanting of thy love.
...nor any other part belonging to a man.
...which mannerly devotion shows in this.
Alas that love, so gentle in his view...
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes...
...here in my house do him disparagement.
O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
...which are the children of an idle brain...