1:40:02
You are married?
1:40:08
"If you be married,
my grave is like to be my wedding bed."
1:40:29
Art thou gone so,
1:40:34
love, lord,
1:40:36
aye, husband, friend?
1:40:38
I must hear from thee
every day in the hour,
1:40:43
for in a minute
there are many days.
1:40:46
Oh, by this count
I shall be much in years ere again...
1:40:50
I behold my Romeo.
1:40:52
Farewell.
1:40:56
Oh, think'st thou
we shall ever meet again?
1:41:01
Methinks I see thee,
now thou art so low,
1:41:04
as one dead
in the bottom of a tomb.
1:41:07
Either my eyesight fails,
or thou look'st pale.
1:41:13
Then trust me, love,
1:41:15
in my eyes, so do you.
1:41:18
Dry sorrow
drinks our blood.
1:41:21
Adieu.
1:41:25
Adieu.
1:41:28
Take thou this vial,
being then in bed,
1:41:30
and this distilling liquor
drink thou off.
1:41:34
No warmth, no breath,
shall testify thou livest.
1:41:38
And in this borrowed likeness
of shrunk death...
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thou shalt continue
two and forty hours,
1:41:44
and then awake
as from a pleasant sleep.
1:41:48
What ho! Apothecary!
1:41:53
Come hither, man.
I see that thou art poor.
1:41:57
Hold, there is 40 ducats.