4:38 PM romeomontague221: What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?

Or shall we on without apology?

me: Nay, gentle Romeo. We must have you dance.

romeomontague221: Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoes
With nimble souls, I have a soul of lead
So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

me: You are a lover, borrow Cupid's wings

4:39 PM And soar with them above a common bound.

romeomontague221: I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
To soar with light feathers, and so bound
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe.
Under love's heavy burden do I sink.

me: And, to sink in it, should you burden love--

Too great opression for a tender thing.

4:40 PM romeomontague221: Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like a thorn.

me: If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Come, we burn daylight, ho.

romeomontague221: No, that's not so.

4:41 PM me: I mean, Sir, in delay

We wast our lights in vain, light lights by day.

romeomontague221: We mean well in going to this masque,
But 'tis no wit to go.

me: *waste

Why, may one ask?

4:42 PM romeomontague221: I dreamt a dream tonight.

me: And so did I

romeomontague221: Well what was yours?

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