Page 71 - No fear Shakespeare - Romeo and Juliet
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BENVOLIO
ROMEO
ACT 1, SCENE 4
NO .1•• ~[30rn8B[3 predictable than the wind, which sometimes blows on
the frozen north and then gets angry and blows south.
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'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 who- ever's in charge of where my life's going can steer me wherever they want. Onward, lover boys!
Beat the drum.
They march about the stage and exit.
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