ROMEO to BALTHASAR But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet

Beauty within itself should not be wasted.

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!

Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.