Friar Laurence What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern, Read more about popup_note_index_item 4487
Romeo Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. [Exit] Read more about popup_note_index_item 4476
Capulet This dagger hath mista'en — for lo, his house Is empty on the back of Montague, — Read more about popup_note_index_item 4444
Romeo Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! Read more about popup_note_index_item 4443
