What lady's that which doth enrich the hand of yonder knight? O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night as a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear- Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows as yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand and, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For i ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Tybalt-that was the day of the party, that Romeo came, and I tried to make Lord Capulet kick him out!!
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