[The Capulets' house, enter Juliet] Juliet Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus' lodging. Such a wagoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "Phoebus"
Read more about Act 2, Scene 6: Popup Note Index Item: “So that the future will not punish us with sorrow”
Read more about Act 2, Scene 5: Popup Note Index Item: “Oh, Mary, mother of God! Are you so hot to trot? Well, I can believe it
Read more about Act 2, Scene 4: Popup Note Index Item: “the only thing in which you surpass me is stupidity”
Read more about Act 2, Scene 4: Popup Note Index Item: “people who use the French ‘pardone-moi’ instead of ‘excuse me’
