The man’s in love—that’s about the size on it.
Romeo. (taking out photograph and kissing it)—
Sweet Rosaline!
Nor yet as sweet by half
As represented in this photograph.
The sun was envious of those dainty hands—
So fist-like has he drawn them—and he brands
The sweetest smile that ever heart did win,
In likeness of a silly sort of grin!
Mercu. (looking over his shoulder)—