His silver skin laced with his golden blood.

“Romeu, Romeu! Ah! Porque és tu Romeu? Renega o pai, despoja-te do nome; ou entã…”

“Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her fo…”

“These times of woe afford no time to woo.”

“There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.”