Juliet Some say the lark makes sweet division; This doth not so, for she divideth us. Read more about popup_note_index_item 4468
Juliet Madam, if you could find out but a man To bear a poison, I would temper it; That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors Read more about popup_note_index_item 4434
Juliet Indeed, I never shall be satisfied With Romeo till I behold him — dead — Is my poor heart for a kinsman vexed. Read more about popup_note_index_item 4433
