Romeo: YAR! It be easy to mock scars if ye never were cut.
YAR! What be that light shinin' through dat porthole yonder? It be the east, and Juliet be the sun. Go up, shining sun, and slay the moon. Da moon be having scurvy because of ye, Juliet.
Me lady, yar, me wishes ye knew 'bought me love fer ya. She be talkin', but not speaking word. Her eyes be sain' something, but not to me. Two of da brightest stars in the sky be gone, and they be asking her to take they're place.
Romeo: YAR! She be speakin'. Speak again, great treasure. Ye be as glorious as a doubloon
Juliet: Yar, Romeo, Romeo, why must ye be Romeo? Forget ye father and disown yer name. If
ye don't do that, just swear yer love to me and I won't be a Capulet again.
'Tis yer name that be my enemy. Ye still be yerself if ye weren't a Montague. What be a Montague, anyway? It not be anyth