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(The angle of this photo doesn't show Capitano at Isabella's window, with a mask on, reading his sonnet): Lelio, Leandro and Capitano (they all have the same sonnet!): Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Therefore, since brevity's the soul of wit, I will be brief. Out, damn'd spot! Out, I say! O, brave new world that has such creatures in it! I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows. Once more, dear friends, once more into the breach! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face. To be or not to be mad north-north-west, But screw thy courage to the sticking place and Flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. The quality of mercy is not strain'd Till Birnham wood do come to Dunsinane! |