O, that our fathers would applause our loves, To seal our happiness with hteir consents!
But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery!
Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.
My only love sprung from my only hate.
It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"
You are strangely troublesome.