Mastrex
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
-Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.
-No, for then we should be colliers.
-I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.
-Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.
-I strike quickly being moved.
-But thou art not quickly moved to..
-No, for then we should be colliers.
-I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.
-Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.
-I strike quickly being moved.
-But thou art not quickly moved to..






