.- No, cousin. Do not laugh, I cry before. ROMEO
.- What, generous soul? Benvolio .- In your desperation. ROMEO
.- It is a pledge of love. It aggravates the burden of my sorrows, knowing that you also feel. Love is a fire fanned by the aura of a sigh; fire that burns and sparkles in the eyes of her lover. Or rather the tears overflowing stream accrete. What else can I say about him? I will say that is crazy
