I can't post here anymore, I just can't.
Juliet:
'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone—
And yet no farther than a wan-ton's bird,
That lets it hop a little from his hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silken thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Romeo:
I would I were thy bird.
Juliet:
Sweet, so would I,
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Romeo:
And wouldst I be remiss,
In parting, to whisper in thine ear
These two sweet words,
from my heart to yours-
Also, cocks.
Juliet:
Yes, thou wouldst.
Thine reemergence maketh me hurk,
I retch in your foul odor
And contemplate the stabbing of your face
With steely daggers
For I have no penis with which to rape
Your big giant faggot face
Romeo:
That is heartbreak, my love.
Your lack of penis
With which to rapeth my face,
I would lend you mine
Were it detachable
For your happiness is my purest desire
Juliet:
Then tear free your wilted child loins
And gift them to me
So that I may shove them back down your gullet
If that is thine wish
To satisfy me, and thereby satisfy yourself
With your cock-stuffed face
Romeo:
This charade, I can no longer tolerate
Thine happiness is not my interest,
For you are a cunt,
And nine kinds of stupid.
My cock is important, and you are not
Juliet:
Asshole!
Romeo:
Indeed.
[end act III]