Telokh_Amdo
Baron
ROMEO:
News from Verona! How now, Balthasar?
Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
How doth my lady? Is my father well?
How fares my Juliet? That I ask again,
For nothing can be ill if she be well.
BALTHASAR:
Then she is well, and nothing can be ill.
Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,
And her immortal part with angels lives.
I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault
And presently took post to tell it you.
O, pardon me for bringing these ill news,
Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
ROMEO:
Is it e'en so? Then I defy you, stars!
But soft! What SMS through yonder RAZR breaks?
SMS ON ROMEO'S PHONE:
i'm ok -- poison fake
rofl
cul8r
:-*
News from Verona! How now, Balthasar?
Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
How doth my lady? Is my father well?
How fares my Juliet? That I ask again,
For nothing can be ill if she be well.
BALTHASAR:
Then she is well, and nothing can be ill.
Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,
And her immortal part with angels lives.
I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault
And presently took post to tell it you.
O, pardon me for bringing these ill news,
Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
ROMEO:
Is it e'en so? Then I defy you, stars!
But soft! What SMS through yonder RAZR breaks?
SMS ON ROMEO'S PHONE:
i'm ok -- poison fake
rofl
cul8r
:-*
