Romeo and Juliet

by: William Shakespeare

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105This wind you talk of, blows us from ourselves.
Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
The wind you’re talking about is blowing us off our course. Dinner is over, and we’re going to get there too late.
I fear too early, for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
110With this night’s revels, and expire the term
Of a despisèd life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
But he that hath the steerage of my course,
Direct my sail. On, lusty gentlemen.
I’m worried we’ll get there too early. I have a feeling this party tonight will be the start of something bad, something that will end with my own death. But whoever’s in charge of where my life’s going can steer me wherever they want. Onward, lover boys!
115Strike, drum.
Beat the drum.
March about the stage and exeunt
They march about the stage and exit.