God grant us patience!
You're in love? Out Out of love? I love someone. She doesn't love me.
What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts.
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation.
Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your dispositions to be married" It is an honor that I dream not of