ROSALIND (AS GANYMEDE): Men have died from time to time, and words have eaten them, but not for love.
In my heart there was a kind of fighting, That would not let me sleep.
Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not.
Fight till the last gasp.
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My particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.