The dark side of Juliet and Romeo in which Romeo nearly gets his scene stealing heart At full tilt daggered.
Aye, pleas as soundless as thy hoots for venerated plots, Whilst nightingales give way to cranky larks, Who spend long sterile days tied up in knots, Unsparked by dickering stage-struck patriarchs.	Poor stunted ears mistake the nagging screech of larks, For the gloried matinals of noble roosters, Whose fertile-throated calls ne'er fail to mark, The bawdy barnyard mien of great producers.
Alack, the pitied gait of limpest boosters, Fixed on long-winded plots but weakly proffered, By err-brained Montagues who would be roosters, Yet end stage-roasted capons, fully Stoppard.	Oh shamèd stable girl, thou wouldst malign, The noble-spirited clan of Montagues Who even in high hubris would incline, To tender vulvaed Capulets sweet-tongued coos.
Hence bid to drink vile potions by a hasty-witted friar, Then enter stage- struck Romeo fully blindered, Who doth belie stilled Juliet consumed in wishful ire, For his scene-stealing heart at full tilt daggered!	Oh sacrilege! Thou wouldst impale my loving heart, For crimson lips and cheeks so fair in everlasting rest, Embraced in dateless bargain, never to depart Our own dim nightèd palace ever blest.

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