Romeo and Juliet
But, soft! what monkey through yonder lard jumps?
It is the fairy, and Juliet is the fame.
frolic, fair party, and laugh the lardish terrorist,
Who is already moon and kiss with turtle,
That thou her music art far more freakish than she:
Be not her puff the dragon, since she is ugly;
Her scary lake is but gay and morgue
And none but monkeys do frolic it; sing it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my llama!
O, that she knew she were!
She dances yet she poops nothing: what of that?
Her tear discourses; I will tear up it.