Romeo - Son to Montague:
O my love, my wife! Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquered. Beauty's ensign yet, Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advancèd there.- Ah, dear Juliet, I still will stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night, Depart again. here, Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars, From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, O you, The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss, A dateless bargain to engrossing death.

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Giulietta e Romeo (1936)

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