She Shall Scant Show Well

You Dull Ass Will Not Mend His Pace With Beating.

Strikes Deeper, Grows With More Pernicious Root.

Receive What Cheer You May. The Night Is Long That Never Finds The Day.

Is There No Respect Of Place, Persons, Nor Time In You?

A Glooming Peace This Morning With It Brings; The Sun, For Sorrow, Will Not Show His Head: Go Hence, To Have More Talk Of These Sad Things; Some Shall Be Pardon'd, And Some Punished: For Never Was A Story Of More Woe Than This Of Juliet And Her Romeo.