For ever and a day
Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!
They lie deadly that tell you you have good faces.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none
The play ‘s the thing wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king
And it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man
BUT, FOR MY OWN PART, IT WAS GREEK TO ME.
SELDOM HE SMILES, AND SMILES IN SUCH A SORT
AS IF HE MOCK’D HIMSELF, AND SCORN’D HIS SPIRIT
THAT COULD BE MOV’D TO SMILE AT ANYTHING.
ROMEO: LADY, BY YONDER BLESSED MOON I SWEAR
THAT TIPS WITH SILVER ALL THES FRUIT-TREE TOPS –
JULIET: O! SWEAR NOT BY THE MOON, THE INCONSTANT MOON,
THAT MONTHLY CHANGES IN HER CIRCLED ORB,
LEST THAT THY LOVE PROVE LIKEWISE VARIABLE.
Rio Aubry Taylor presents LIGHTRIOT 