Delivery
When Montague got up to speak, I felt my fortitude grow weak. With wit and charm, and richly dressed, His audience was full impressed.
He struck a pose upon the stage In front of lovers half my age, And thus regaled us with his power For slightly more than half an hour.
And when at last he took his bows, To such applause as form allows, I sat composed, demurely plain, And felt myself go quite insane.