O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? deny thy father and refuse thy name or if thou wilt not but the sworn by love and I'll no longer be a Capulet
I take thee at thy word call me but love and I'll be baptised henceforth I will never be Romeo
Slajd: 2
conceit more rich in matter than in words brags of his substance not of ornament they are but beggars that cant count their worth but my true love is grown to such excess I can not sum up sum of half my wealth
this neighbor air, and let rich music's tongue unfold the imagined happiness that both receive in either this dear encounter
Slajd: 3
oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright it seems she hangs up on the cheek of the night like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear, beauty to rich for use for earth to dear. did my heart love till now forswear it sight for I ne'er saw true beauty till this night
content thee gentle coz let him alone he bears him like a portly gentlemen and to say truth Verona brags of him to be a virtuous and well governed youth
this by this voice, should be a Montague. I will withdraw but this instruction shall now seeming sweet convert to bitterest gall