Scene 7 - My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
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Revels do to take the mind away for moments, even days. And yet back I come to sorrow, and watch from window high, and beg each countenance to turn and show me his. How can love endure when distance is so keen, when days are endless hours of me without thee? No touch of hand, no smile, no lips that promise ever after.
Whither goest thou, Romeo?
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All Hallows revel was delight indeed. Thelma, thou dance'st a dream and I thank thee.
Today begins mine first true week employed. My lady Martha, thou art kindness made immortal.
Dear cousin, if thine hurts still plague thee, I beg of thee to let me attend.
Revels do to take the mind away for moments, even days. And yet back I come to sorrow, and watch from window high, and beg each countenance to turn and show me his. How can love endure when distance is so keen, when days are endless hours of me without thee? No touch of hand, no smile, no lips that promise ever after.
Whither goest thou, Romeo?
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All Hallows revel was delight indeed. Thelma, thou dance'st a dream and I thank thee.
Today begins mine first true week employed. My lady Martha, thou art kindness made immortal.
Dear cousin, if thine hurts still plague thee, I beg of thee to let me attend.