:54:44
These violent delights...
:54:46
..have violent ends.
:54:49
And in their triumph die
like fire and powder...
:54:52
..which, as they kiss, consume.
:54:55
The sweetest honey is loathsome
in his own deliciousness.
:54:59
Therefore love moderately.
:55:03
Romeo shall thank thee, daughter,
for us both.
:55:18
I pray thee,
good Mercutio, let's retire!
:55:21
The day is hot, the Capels are abroad,...
:55:28
..and if we meet we shall not 'scape a brawl,...
:55:31
..for now, these hot days,
is the mad blood stirring.
:55:34
We're the Caps!
:55:37
Wha... Wha... Wha...
:55:40
See? Thou art like one of these fellows...
:55:43
..that, when he enters
the confines of a tavern,...
:55:46
..claps me his Sword upon the table...
:55:49
..and says, "God send me no need of thee".
:55:51
And, by the operation of the second cup,...
:55:54
..draws him on the drawer,
when indeed there is no need.
:55:58
- Yeah!