:44:00
There's my gold.
:44:05
Worse poison to men's souls...
:44:07
..than these poor compounds
that thou may'st not sell.
:44:33
Romeo hath no notice of these accidents.
:44:37
I will write again to Mantua.
:44:44
Within the hour will the fair Juliet wake.
:44:47
She stirs. The lady stirs.
:44:57
- I do beseech you.
- Live and be prosperous.
:45:02
And farewell, good fellow.
:45:04
Then I will leave thee.
:45:43
Tempt not a desperate man!
:45:52
Hold! Hold!
:45:55
Hold!