:21:00
This is the hag,
when maids lie on their backs,...
:21:04
..that presses them
and learns them first to bear,...
:21:08
..making them women of good carriage!
:21:12
This is she!
:21:14
This is she!
:21:28
Peace, good Mercutio, peace!
:21:31
Thou talk'st of nothing.
:21:35
True.
:21:39
I talk of dreams,...
:21:41
..which are the children of an idle brain,...
:21:44
..begot of nothing but vain fantasy;
:21:47
..which is as thin of substance as the air
and more inconstant than the wind,...
:21:52
..who woos even now
the frozen bosom of the north,...
:21:55
..and, being angered,
puffs away from thence,...
:21:58
..turning aside to the dew-dropping south.
:22:00
This wind you talk of
blows us from ourselves!
:22:03
Supper is done, and we shall come too late!
:22:07
I fear, too early.
:22:09
For my mind misgives some... consequence,
yet hanging in the stars,...
:22:15
..shall bitterly begin his fearful date
with this night's revels,...
:22:20
..and expire the term...
:22:22
..of a despised life closed within my breast...
:22:27
..by some vile forfeit of untimely death.
:22:32
But he that hath the steerage of my course...
:22:36
..direct my sail!
:22:49
On, lusty gentlemen!