Let’s hope that God looks favorably on this marriage, and doesn’t later punish us for it.
Amen to that! But come what sorrow may, it can’t offset the joy I receive from one minute of being in her sight. Just join our hands in matrimony, and Death can do whatever he dares. It’s enough that she’s mine.
It was nine o’clock when I sent the nurse. She promised to return in half an hour. Maybe she couldn’t meet with him. No, that can’t be. She’s so slow! Love’s messengers should move as quick as thoughts, which are ten times as fast as the sunbeams that push shadows back over the hillsides. That’s why they say Venus, the goddess of love, travels in a chariot pulled by swift doves, and Cupid is always drawn with wings. The sun is at its highest point of the day's journey, and from nine to noon is three long hours, yet she hasn’t come back.
Where the hell is Romeo? Didn’t he come home last night?
Not to his father’s house. I talked to his servant.
Ah, it’s that hard-hearted Rosaline, who’s tormenting him so much he’ll surely go mad.
Tybalt, old Lord Capulet's nephew, sent over a letter for Romeo this morning to his father’s house.
I’ll bet my life it’s a challenge to a duel.