Stand not amazed, friends. While standing before thy eyes I be a paragon of gentleman fashion and much gifted with comely looks, I am hardly a marvel. Pray what word from Verona canst thou give? Unless looking and speaking all at once are the only two tasks at hand. Such a flock! Wings beating, feathers flying I sit back astonished.

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I will be brief. Juliet's skin is marked with dark, rosy specks that make her most uncomfortable. Her head burns hotly. I bring to her water to sooth the throat and have tried small aids to cease but a few of the unfortunate symptoms. Is there no cure to this? Her nurse dear is afar in our house nestled in Verona's bosom. Hours pass and still she ( Read more... )