Trascrizione (en)

Captain of compliments. He fights as you sing a prick song. Keeps time, distance, and proportion. He rests his minimum rest. One, two, and the third. In your bosom, the very butcher of a silk button. A duelist. A duelist. A gentleman of the very first power. Of the first and second cause. The immortal Posado. Putty! Puto revasto! Um... Hey! The one? Here comes Romeo. Romeo! Ho ho, capital punk. Señor Romeo, bonjour. There's a French salutation to your French slot. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night. Good moral to you both. What counterfeit did I give you? The slip, sir. But slit can you not conceive? Pardon good Mercutio my business was great and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy That as much as to say such a case as yours constrains a man to bow in the hands Oh you courtesy Thou hath both kindly hit it on his courteous exposition. Nay, I am the very pink courtesy. Pink for flower? Right. Why then is my pump well flowered? Oh, stupid wits. Now I'm sociable. Now I'm self-hobio. Now I come without art, my art as well as my nature. Oh, here's the only gear. God ye could hear in fair, gentlewoman. I desire some confidence with you. I feel just like a little... Ooh, a ball! A ball! A water ball! Salva! Salva! Romeo! Salva! Romeo! Will you come to your father's? We'll to dinner there. I will follow you. Farewell, ancient lady, farewell. Farewell.