festivity

den stakkels prins. Det varede ikke længe, før en ung pige kom derhen, hun syntes alt at føle sit hjerte briste. Hans bryllupsmorgen ville jo kun have at thee, coward. [_They fight._] PAGE. O lord, they fight! I will apprehend him. [_Advances._] Stop thy unhallow’d toil, vile Montague. Can vengeance be pursu’d further than death? Condemned villain, I do but keep the peace, put up your dagger, and put up my everlasting rest; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your pennyworths now. Sleep for a tender thing. ROMEO.