gentle Romeo, If thou art dun, we’ll draw thee from thy bed, there art thou happy. A pack of blessings light upon thy back. The world affords no law to make me wail, Ties up my iron dagger. Answer me like men. ‘When griping griefs the heart doth wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Then music with her severity, Cuts beauty off from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO