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Enter ROMEO and JULIET aloft
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Enter ROMEO and JULIET aloft
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JULIET Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree.
5 Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
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JULIET Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree.
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
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ROMEO It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.
Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
10 Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
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ROMEO It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.
Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
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JULIET Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I.
It is some meteor that the sun exhales
To be to thee this night a torchbearer,
15 And light thee on thy way to Mantua.
Therefore stay yet. Thou need’st not to be gone.
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JULIET Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I.
It is some meteor that the sun exhales
To be to thee this night a torchbearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua.
Therefore stay yet. Thou need’st not to be gone.
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ROMEO Let me be ta'en. Let me be put to death.
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
I’ll say yon grey is not the morning’s eye.
20 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow.
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads.
I have more care to stay than will to go.
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.—
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ROMEO Let me be ta'en. Let me be put to death.
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
I’ll say yon grey is not the morning’s eye.
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow.
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads.
I have more care to stay than will to go.
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.—
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JULIET It is, it is. Hie hence! Be gone, away!
It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
Some say the lark makes sweet division.
30 This doth not so, for she divideth us.
Some say the lark and loathèd toad change eyes.
Oh, now I would they had changed voices too,
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
Hunting thee hence with hunt’s-up to the day.
35 O, now be gone. More light and light it grows.
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JULIET It is, it is. Hie hence! Be gone, away!
It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
Some say the lark makes sweet division.
This doth not so, for she divideth us.
Some say the lark and loathèd toad change eyes.
Oh, now I would they had changed voices too,
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
Hunting thee hence with hunt’s-up to the day.
O, now be gone. More light and light it grows.
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ROMEO More light and light, more dark and dark our woes!
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ROMEO More light and light, more dark and dark our woes!
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Enter NURSE
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Enter NURSE
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NURSE Madam.
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NURSE Madam.
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JULIET Nurse?
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JULIET Nurse?
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NURSE Your lady mother is coming to your chamber.
40 The day is broke. Be wary, look about.
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NURSE Your lady mother is coming to your chamber.
The day is broke. Be wary, look about.
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Exit NURSE
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Exit NURSE
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JULIET Then, window, let day in and let life out.
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JULIET Then, window, let day in and let life out.
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ROMEO Farewell, farewell. One kiss, and I’ll descend.
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ROMEO Farewell, farewell. One kiss, and I’ll descend.
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Kiss. ROMEO goes down
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Kiss. ROMEO goes down
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JULIET Art thou gone so, love, lord? Ay, husband, friend,
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
45 For in a minute there are many days.
Oh, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo.
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JULIET Art thou gone so, love, lord? Ay, husband, friend,
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
For in a minute there are many days.
Oh, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo.
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ROMEO Farewell!
I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
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ROMEO Farewell!
I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
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JULIET 50 Oh, think’st thou we shall ever meet again?
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JULIET Oh, think’st thou we shall ever meet again?
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ROMEO I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come.
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ROMEO I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come.
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JULIET O God, I have an ill-divining soul.
Methinks I see thee now, thou art so low
55 As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.
Either my eyesight fails, or thou look’st pale.
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JULIET O God, I have an ill-divining soul.
Methinks I see thee now, thou art so low
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.
Either my eyesight fails, or thou look’st pale.
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ROMEO And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
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ROMEO And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
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Exit ROMEO
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Exit ROMEO
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JULIET O fortune, fortune! All men call thee fickle.
60 If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, fortune,
For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.
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JULIET O fortune, fortune! All men call thee fickle.
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, fortune,
For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.
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LADY CAPULET (from within) Ho, daughter, are you up?
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LADY CAPULET (from within) Ho, daughter, are you up?
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JULIET 65 Who is ’t that calls? Is it my lady mother?
Is she not down so late or up so early?
What unaccustomed cause procures her hither?
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JULIET Who is ’t that calls? Is it my lady mother?
Is she not down so late or up so early?
What unaccustomed cause procures her hither?
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Enter LADY CAPULET
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Enter LADY CAPULET
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LADY CAPULET Why, how now, Juliet?
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LADY CAPULET Why, how now, Juliet?
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JULIET Madam, I am not well.
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JULIET Madam, I am not well.
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LADY CAPULET Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death?
70 What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live.
Therefore, have done. Some grief shows much of love,
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
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LADY CAPULET Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death?
What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live.
Therefore, have done. Some grief shows much of love,
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
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JULIET Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
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JULIET Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
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LADY CAPULET 75 So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
Which you weep for.
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LADY CAPULET So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
Which you weep for.
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JULIET Feeling so the loss,
Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
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JULIET Feeling so the loss,
Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
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LADY CAPULET Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death,
As that the villain lives which slaughtered him.
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LADY CAPULET Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death,
As that the villain lives which slaughtered him.
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JULIET 80 What villain, madam?
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JULIET What villain, madam?
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LADY CAPULET That same villain, Romeo.
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LADY CAPULET That same villain, Romeo.
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JULIET (aside) Villain and he be many miles asunder.
(to LADY CAPULET) God pardon him! I do, with all my heart,
And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
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JULIET (aside) Villain and he be many miles asunder.
(to LADY CAPULET) God pardon him! I do, with all my heart,
And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
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LADY CAPULET That is because the traitor murderer lives.
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LADY CAPULET That is because the traitor murderer lives.
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JULIET 85 Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands.
Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death!
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JULIET Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands.
Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death!
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LADY CAPULET We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not.
Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua,
Where that same banished runagate doth live,
90 Shall give him such an unaccustomed dram
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company.
And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
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LADY CAPULET We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not.
Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua,
Where that same banished runagate doth live,
Shall give him such an unaccustomed dram
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company.
And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
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JULIET Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
With Romeo, till I behold him—dead—
95 Is my poor heart for a kinsman vexed.
Madam, if you could find out but a man
To bear a poison, I would temper it,
That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
Soon sleep in quiet. Oh, how my heart abhors
100 To hear him named, and cannot come to him.
To wreak the love I bore my cousin
Upon his body that slaughtered him!
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JULIET Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
With Romeo, till I behold him—dead—
Is my poor heart for a kinsman vexed.
Madam, if you could find out but a man
To bear a poison, I would temper it,
That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
Soon sleep in quiet. Oh, how my heart abhors
To hear him named, and cannot come to him.
To wreak the love I bore my cousin
Upon his body that slaughtered him!
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LADY CAPULET Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man.
But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
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LADY CAPULET Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man.
But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
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JULIET 105 And joy comes well in such a needy time.
What are they, beseech your ladyship?
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JULIET And joy comes well in such a needy time.
What are they, beseech your ladyship?
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LADY CAPULET Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child.
One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy
110 That thou expect’st not, nor I looked not for.
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LADY CAPULET Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child.
One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy
That thou expect’st not, nor I looked not for.
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JULIET Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
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JULIET Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
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LADY CAPULET Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church,
115 Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
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LADY CAPULET Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church,
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
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JULIET Now, by Saint Peter’s Church and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
I wonder at this haste, that I must wed
Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.
120 I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
I will not marry yet. And when I do, I swear
It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
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JULIET Now, by Saint Peter’s Church and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
I wonder at this haste, that I must wed
Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.
I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
I will not marry yet. And when I do, I swear
It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
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LADY CAPULET Here comes your father. Tell him so yourself,
125 And see how he will take it at your hands.
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LADY CAPULET Here comes your father. Tell him so yourself,
And see how he will take it at your hands.
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Enter CAPULET and NURSE
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Enter CAPULET and NURSE
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CAPULET When the sun sets the air doth drizzle dew,
But for the sunset of my brother’s son
It rains downright.
How now? A conduit, girl? What, still in tears,
130 Evermore showering? In one little body
Thou counterfeit’st a bark, a sea, a wind,
For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
Do ebb and flow with tears. The bark thy body is,
Sailing in this salt flood. The winds thy sighs,
135 Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
Without a sudden calm will overset
Thy tempest-tossèd body.—How now, wife?
Have you delivered to her our decree?
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CAPULET When the sun sets the air doth drizzle dew,
But for the sunset of my brother’s son
It rains downright.
How now? A conduit, girl? What, still in tears,
Evermore showering? In one little body
Thou counterfeit’st a bark, a sea, a wind,
For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
Do ebb and flow with tears. The bark thy body is,
Sailing in this salt flood. The winds thy sighs,
Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
Without a sudden calm will overset
Thy tempest-tossèd body.—How now, wife?
Have you delivered to her our decree?
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LADY CAPULET Ay, sir, but she will none, she gives you thanks.
140 I would the fool were married to her grave!
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LADY CAPULET Ay, sir, but she will none, she gives you thanks.
I would the fool were married to her grave!
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CAPULET Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife.
How, will she none? Doth she not give us thanks?
Is she not proud? Doth she not count her blessed,
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
145 So worthy a gentleman to be her bride?
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CAPULET Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife.
How, will she none? Doth she not give us thanks?
Is she not proud? Doth she not count her blessed,
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
So worthy a gentleman to be her bride?
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JULIET Not proud you have, but thankful that you have.
Proud can I never be of what I hate,
But thankful even for hate that is meant love.
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JULIET Not proud you have, but thankful that you have.
Proud can I never be of what I hate,
But thankful even for hate that is meant love.
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CAPULET How, how, how, how? Chopped logic! What is this?
And yet “not proud”? Mistress minion you,
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next
To go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church,
155 Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
Out, you green sickness, carrion! Out, you baggage!
You tallow face!
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CAPULET How, how, how, how? Chopped logic! What is this?
And yet “not proud”? Mistress minion you,
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next
To go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
Out, you green sickness, carrion! Out, you baggage!
You tallow face!
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LADY CAPULET Fie, fie! What, are you mad?
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LADY CAPULET Fie, fie! What, are you mad?
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JULIET Good Father, I beseech you on my knees,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
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JULIET Good Father, I beseech you on my knees,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
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CAPULET 160 Hang thee, young baggage! Disobedient wretch!
I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,
Or never after look me in the face.
Speak not. Reply not. Do not answer me.
My fingers itch.—Wife, we scarce thought us blest
165 That God had lent us but this only child,
But now I see this one is one too much
And that we have a curse in having her.
Out on her, hilding!
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CAPULET Hang thee, young baggage! Disobedient wretch!
I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,
Or never after look me in the face.
Speak not. Reply not. Do not answer me.
My fingers itch.—Wife, we scarce thought us blest
That God had lent us but this only child,
But now I see this one is one too much
And that we have a curse in having her.
Out on her, hilding!
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NURSE God in heaven bless her!
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
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NURSE God in heaven bless her!
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
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CAPULET 170 And why, my Lady Wisdom? Hold your tongue,
Good prudence. Smatter with your gossips, go.
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CAPULET And why, my Lady Wisdom? Hold your tongue,
Good prudence. Smatter with your gossips, go.
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NURSE I speak no treason.
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NURSE I speak no treason.
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CAPULET Oh, God 'i' good e'en.
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CAPULET Oh, God 'i' good e'en.
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NURSE May not one speak?
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NURSE May not one speak?
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CAPULET Peace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip’s bowl,
175 For here we need it not.
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CAPULET Peace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip’s bowl,
For here we need it not.
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LADY CAPULET You are too hot.
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LADY CAPULET You are too hot.
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CAPULET God’s bread! It makes me mad.
Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
Alone, in company, still my care hath been
To have her matched. And having now provided
180 A gentleman of noble parentage,
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly trained,
Stuffed, as they say, with honorable parts,
Proportioned as one’s thought would wish a man—
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
185 A whining mammet, in her fortune’s tender,
To answer “I’ll not wed,” “I cannot love,”
“I am too young,” “I pray you, pardon me.”—
But, an you will not wed, I’ll pardon you.
Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.
190 Look to ’t, think on ’t, I do not use to jest.
Thursday is near. Lay hand on heart, advise.
An you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend.
An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
For, by my soul, I’ll ne'er acknowledge thee,
195 Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.
Trust to ’t, bethink you. I’ll not be forsworn.
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CAPULET God’s bread! It makes me mad.
Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
Alone, in company, still my care hath been
To have her matched. And having now provided
A gentleman of noble parentage,
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly trained,
Stuffed, as they say, with honorable parts,
Proportioned as one’s thought would wish a man—
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
A whining mammet, in her fortune’s tender,
To answer “I’ll not wed,” “I cannot love,”
“I am too young,” “I pray you, pardon me.”—
But, an you will not wed, I’ll pardon you.
Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.
Look to ’t, think on ’t, I do not use to jest.
Thursday is near. Lay hand on heart, advise.
An you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend.
An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
For, by my soul, I’ll ne'er acknowledge thee,
Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.
Trust to ’t, bethink you. I’ll not be forsworn.
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Exit CAPULET
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JULIET Is there no pity sitting in the clouds
That sees into the bottom of my grief?—
O sweet my mother, cast me not away!
200 Delay this marriage for a month, a week.
Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
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JULIET Is there no pity sitting in the clouds
That sees into the bottom of my grief?—
O sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Delay this marriage for a month, a week.
Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
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LADY CAPULET Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word.
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
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LADY CAPULET Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word.
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
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Exit LADY CAPULET
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Exit LADY CAPULET
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JULIET 205 O God!—O Nurse, how shall this be prevented?
My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven.
How shall that faith return again to earth,
Unless that husband send it me from heaven
By leaving earth? Comfort me. Counsel me.—
210 Alack, alack, that heaven should practice stratagems
Upon so soft a subject as myself.—
What sayst thou? Hast thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, Nurse.
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JULIET O God!—O Nurse, how shall this be prevented?
My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven.
How shall that faith return again to earth,
Unless that husband send it me from heaven
By leaving earth? Comfort me. Counsel me.—
Alack, alack, that heaven should practice stratagems
Upon so soft a subject as myself.—
What sayst thou? Hast thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, Nurse.
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NURSE Faith, here it is.
Romeo is banishèd, and all the world to nothing
215 That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you.
Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
I think it best you married with the county.
Oh, he’s a lovely gentleman.
220 Romeo’s a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam,
Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
I think you are happy in this second match,
For it excels your first. Or if it did not,
225 Your first is dead, or ’twere as good he were,
As living here and you no use of him.
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NURSE Faith, here it is.
Romeo is banishèd, and all the world to nothing
That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you.
Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
I think it best you married with the county.
Oh, he’s a lovely gentleman.
Romeo’s a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam,
Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
I think you are happy in this second match,
For it excels your first. Or if it did not,
Your first is dead, or ’twere as good he were,
As living here and you no use of him.
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JULIET Speakest thou from thy heart?
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JULIET Speakest thou from thy heart?
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NURSE And from my soul too, else beshrew them both.
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NURSE And from my soul too, else beshrew them both.
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JULIET Amen!
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JULIET Amen!
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NURSE 230 What?
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NURSE What?
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JULIET Well, thou hast comforted me marvelous much.
Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeased my father, to Lawrence’s cell
To make confession and to be absolved.
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JULIET Well, thou hast comforted me marvelous much.
Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeased my father, to Lawrence’s cell
To make confession and to be absolved.
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NURSE 235 Marry, I will, and this is wisely done.
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NURSE Marry, I will, and this is wisely done.
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Exit NURSE
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Exit NURSE
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JULIET Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Which she hath praised him with above compare
240 So many thousand times? Go, counselor.
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
I’ll to the friar to know his remedy.
If all else fail, myself have power to die.
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JULIET Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Which she hath praised him with above compare
So many thousand times? Go, counselor.
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
I’ll to the friar to know his remedy.
If all else fail, myself have power to die.
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Enter ROMEO and JULIET aloft
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Enter ROMEO and JULIET aloft
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JULIET Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree.
5 Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
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JULIET Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree.
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
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ROMEO It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.
Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
10 Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
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ROMEO It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.
Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
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JULIET Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I.
It is some meteor that the sun exhales
To be to thee this night a torchbearer,
15 And light thee on thy way to Mantua.
Therefore stay yet. Thou need’st not to be gone.
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JULIET Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I.
It is some meteor that the sun exhales
To be to thee this night a torchbearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua.
Therefore stay yet. Thou need’st not to be gone.
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ROMEO Let me be ta'en. Let me be put to death.
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
I’ll say yon grey is not the morning’s eye.
20 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow.
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads.
I have more care to stay than will to go.
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.—
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ROMEO Let me be ta'en. Let me be put to death.
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
I’ll say yon grey is not the morning’s eye.
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow.
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads.
I have more care to stay than will to go.
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.—
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JULIET It is, it is. Hie hence! Be gone, away!
It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
Some say the lark makes sweet division.
30 This doth not so, for she divideth us.
Some say the lark and loathèd toad change eyes.
Oh, now I would they had changed voices too,
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
Hunting thee hence with hunt’s-up to the day.
35 O, now be gone. More light and light it grows.
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JULIET It is, it is. Hie hence! Be gone, away!
It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
Some say the lark makes sweet division.
This doth not so, for she divideth us.
Some say the lark and loathèd toad change eyes.
Oh, now I would they had changed voices too,
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
Hunting thee hence with hunt’s-up to the day.
O, now be gone. More light and light it grows.
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ROMEO More light and light, more dark and dark our woes!
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ROMEO More light and light, more dark and dark our woes!
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Enter NURSE
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Enter NURSE
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NURSE Madam.
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NURSE Madam.
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JULIET Nurse?
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JULIET Nurse?
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NURSE Your lady mother is coming to your chamber.
40 The day is broke. Be wary, look about.
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NURSE Your lady mother is coming to your chamber.
The day is broke. Be wary, look about.
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Exit NURSE
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Exit NURSE
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JULIET Then, window, let day in and let life out.
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JULIET Then, window, let day in and let life out.
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ROMEO Farewell, farewell. One kiss, and I’ll descend.
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ROMEO Farewell, farewell. One kiss, and I’ll descend.
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Kiss. ROMEO goes down
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Kiss. ROMEO goes down
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JULIET Art thou gone so, love, lord? Ay, husband, friend,
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
45 For in a minute there are many days.
Oh, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo.
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JULIET Art thou gone so, love, lord? Ay, husband, friend,
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
For in a minute there are many days.
Oh, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo.
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ROMEO Farewell!
I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
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ROMEO Farewell!
I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
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JULIET 50 Oh, think’st thou we shall ever meet again?
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JULIET Oh, think’st thou we shall ever meet again?
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ROMEO I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come.
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ROMEO I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come.
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JULIET O God, I have an ill-divining soul.
Methinks I see thee now, thou art so low
55 As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.
Either my eyesight fails, or thou look’st pale.
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JULIET O God, I have an ill-divining soul.
Methinks I see thee now, thou art so low
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.
Either my eyesight fails, or thou look’st pale.
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ROMEO And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
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ROMEO And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
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Exit ROMEO
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Exit ROMEO
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JULIET O fortune, fortune! All men call thee fickle.
60 If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, fortune,
For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.
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JULIET O fortune, fortune! All men call thee fickle.
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, fortune,
For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.
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LADY CAPULET (from within) Ho, daughter, are you up?
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LADY CAPULET (from within) Ho, daughter, are you up?
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JULIET 65 Who is ’t that calls? Is it my lady mother?
Is she not down so late or up so early?
What unaccustomed cause procures her hither?
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JULIET Who is ’t that calls? Is it my lady mother?
Is she not down so late or up so early?
What unaccustomed cause procures her hither?
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Enter LADY CAPULET
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Enter LADY CAPULET
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LADY CAPULET Why, how now, Juliet?
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LADY CAPULET Why, how now, Juliet?
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JULIET Madam, I am not well.
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JULIET Madam, I am not well.
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LADY CAPULET Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death?
70 What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live.
Therefore, have done. Some grief shows much of love,
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
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LADY CAPULET Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death?
What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live.
Therefore, have done. Some grief shows much of love,
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
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JULIET Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
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JULIET Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
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LADY CAPULET 75 So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
Which you weep for.
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LADY CAPULET So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
Which you weep for.
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JULIET Feeling so the loss,
Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
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JULIET Feeling so the loss,
Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
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LADY CAPULET Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death,
As that the villain lives which slaughtered him.
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LADY CAPULET Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death,
As that the villain lives which slaughtered him.
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JULIET 80 What villain, madam?
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JULIET What villain, madam?
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LADY CAPULET That same villain, Romeo.
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LADY CAPULET That same villain, Romeo.
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JULIET (aside) Villain and he be many miles asunder.
(to LADY CAPULET) God pardon him! I do, with all my heart,
And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
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JULIET (aside) Villain and he be many miles asunder.
(to LADY CAPULET) God pardon him! I do, with all my heart,
And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
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LADY CAPULET That is because the traitor murderer lives.
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LADY CAPULET That is because the traitor murderer lives.
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JULIET 85 Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands.
Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death!
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JULIET Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands.
Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death!
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LADY CAPULET We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not.
Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua,
Where that same banished runagate doth live,
90 Shall give him such an unaccustomed dram
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company.
And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
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LADY CAPULET We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not.
Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua,
Where that same banished runagate doth live,
Shall give him such an unaccustomed dram
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company.
And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
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JULIET Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
With Romeo, till I behold him—dead—
95 Is my poor heart for a kinsman vexed.
Madam, if you could find out but a man
To bear a poison, I would temper it,
That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
Soon sleep in quiet. Oh, how my heart abhors
100 To hear him named, and cannot come to him.
To wreak the love I bore my cousin
Upon his body that slaughtered him!
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JULIET Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
With Romeo, till I behold him—dead—
Is my poor heart for a kinsman vexed.
Madam, if you could find out but a man
To bear a poison, I would temper it,
That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
Soon sleep in quiet. Oh, how my heart abhors
To hear him named, and cannot come to him.
To wreak the love I bore my cousin
Upon his body that slaughtered him!
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LADY CAPULET Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man.
But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
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LADY CAPULET Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man.
But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
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JULIET 105 And joy comes well in such a needy time.
What are they, beseech your ladyship?
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JULIET And joy comes well in such a needy time.
What are they, beseech your ladyship?
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LADY CAPULET Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child.
One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy
110 That thou expect’st not, nor I looked not for.
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LADY CAPULET Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child.
One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy
That thou expect’st not, nor I looked not for.
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JULIET Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
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JULIET Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
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LADY CAPULET Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church,
115 Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
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LADY CAPULET Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church,
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
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JULIET Now, by Saint Peter’s Church and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
I wonder at this haste, that I must wed
Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.
120 I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
I will not marry yet. And when I do, I swear
It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
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JULIET Now, by Saint Peter’s Church and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
I wonder at this haste, that I must wed
Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.
I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
I will not marry yet. And when I do, I swear
It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
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LADY CAPULET Here comes your father. Tell him so yourself,
125 And see how he will take it at your hands.
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LADY CAPULET Here comes your father. Tell him so yourself,
And see how he will take it at your hands.
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Enter CAPULET and NURSE
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Enter CAPULET and NURSE
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CAPULET When the sun sets the air doth drizzle dew,
But for the sunset of my brother’s son
It rains downright.
How now? A conduit, girl? What, still in tears,
130 Evermore showering? In one little body
Thou counterfeit’st a bark, a sea, a wind,
For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
Do ebb and flow with tears. The bark thy body is,
Sailing in this salt flood. The winds thy sighs,
135 Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
Without a sudden calm will overset
Thy tempest-tossèd body.—How now, wife?
Have you delivered to her our decree?
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CAPULET When the sun sets the air doth drizzle dew,
But for the sunset of my brother’s son
It rains downright.
How now? A conduit, girl? What, still in tears,
Evermore showering? In one little body
Thou counterfeit’st a bark, a sea, a wind,
For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
Do ebb and flow with tears. The bark thy body is,
Sailing in this salt flood. The winds thy sighs,
Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
Without a sudden calm will overset
Thy tempest-tossèd body.—How now, wife?
Have you delivered to her our decree?
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LADY CAPULET Ay, sir, but she will none, she gives you thanks.
140 I would the fool were married to her grave!
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LADY CAPULET Ay, sir, but she will none, she gives you thanks.
I would the fool were married to her grave!
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CAPULET Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife.
How, will she none? Doth she not give us thanks?
Is she not proud? Doth she not count her blessed,
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
145 So worthy a gentleman to be her bride?
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CAPULET Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife.
How, will she none? Doth she not give us thanks?
Is she not proud? Doth she not count her blessed,
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
So worthy a gentleman to be her bride?
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JULIET Not proud you have, but thankful that you have.
Proud can I never be of what I hate,
But thankful even for hate that is meant love.
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JULIET Not proud you have, but thankful that you have.
Proud can I never be of what I hate,
But thankful even for hate that is meant love.
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CAPULET How, how, how, how? Chopped logic! What is this?
And yet “not proud”? Mistress minion you,
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next
To go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church,
155 Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
Out, you green sickness, carrion! Out, you baggage!
You tallow face!
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CAPULET How, how, how, how? Chopped logic! What is this?
And yet “not proud”? Mistress minion you,
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next
To go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
Out, you green sickness, carrion! Out, you baggage!
You tallow face!
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LADY CAPULET Fie, fie! What, are you mad?
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LADY CAPULET Fie, fie! What, are you mad?
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JULIET Good Father, I beseech you on my knees,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
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JULIET Good Father, I beseech you on my knees,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
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CAPULET 160 Hang thee, young baggage! Disobedient wretch!
I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,
Or never after look me in the face.
Speak not. Reply not. Do not answer me.
My fingers itch.—Wife, we scarce thought us blest
165 That God had lent us but this only child,
But now I see this one is one too much
And that we have a curse in having her.
Out on her, hilding!
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CAPULET Hang thee, young baggage! Disobedient wretch!
I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,
Or never after look me in the face.
Speak not. Reply not. Do not answer me.
My fingers itch.—Wife, we scarce thought us blest
That God had lent us but this only child,
But now I see this one is one too much
And that we have a curse in having her.
Out on her, hilding!
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NURSE God in heaven bless her!
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
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NURSE God in heaven bless her!
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
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CAPULET 170 And why, my Lady Wisdom? Hold your tongue,
Good prudence. Smatter with your gossips, go.
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CAPULET And why, my Lady Wisdom? Hold your tongue,
Good prudence. Smatter with your gossips, go.
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NURSE I speak no treason.
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NURSE I speak no treason.
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CAPULET Oh, God 'i' good e'en.
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CAPULET Oh, God 'i' good e'en.
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NURSE May not one speak?
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NURSE May not one speak?
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CAPULET Peace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip’s bowl,
175 For here we need it not.
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CAPULET Peace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip’s bowl,
For here we need it not.
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LADY CAPULET You are too hot.
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LADY CAPULET You are too hot.
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CAPULET God’s bread! It makes me mad.
Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
Alone, in company, still my care hath been
To have her matched. And having now provided
180 A gentleman of noble parentage,
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly trained,
Stuffed, as they say, with honorable parts,
Proportioned as one’s thought would wish a man—
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
185 A whining mammet, in her fortune’s tender,
To answer “I’ll not wed,” “I cannot love,”
“I am too young,” “I pray you, pardon me.”—
But, an you will not wed, I’ll pardon you.
Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.
190 Look to ’t, think on ’t, I do not use to jest.
Thursday is near. Lay hand on heart, advise.
An you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend.
An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
For, by my soul, I’ll ne'er acknowledge thee,
195 Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.
Trust to ’t, bethink you. I’ll not be forsworn.
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CAPULET God’s bread! It makes me mad.
Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
Alone, in company, still my care hath been
To have her matched. And having now provided
A gentleman of noble parentage,
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly trained,
Stuffed, as they say, with honorable parts,
Proportioned as one’s thought would wish a man—
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
A whining mammet, in her fortune’s tender,
To answer “I’ll not wed,” “I cannot love,”
“I am too young,” “I pray you, pardon me.”—
But, an you will not wed, I’ll pardon you.
Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.
Look to ’t, think on ’t, I do not use to jest.
Thursday is near. Lay hand on heart, advise.
An you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend.
An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
For, by my soul, I’ll ne'er acknowledge thee,
Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.
Trust to ’t, bethink you. I’ll not be forsworn.
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Exit CAPULET
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Exit CAPULET
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JULIET Is there no pity sitting in the clouds
That sees into the bottom of my grief?—
O sweet my mother, cast me not away!
200 Delay this marriage for a month, a week.
Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
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JULIET Is there no pity sitting in the clouds
That sees into the bottom of my grief?—
O sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Delay this marriage for a month, a week.
Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
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LADY CAPULET Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word.
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
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LADY CAPULET Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word.
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
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Exit LADY CAPULET
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Exit LADY CAPULET
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JULIET 205 O God!—O Nurse, how shall this be prevented?
My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven.
How shall that faith return again to earth,
Unless that husband send it me from heaven
By leaving earth? Comfort me. Counsel me.—
210 Alack, alack, that heaven should practice stratagems
Upon so soft a subject as myself.—
What sayst thou? Hast thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, Nurse.
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JULIET O God!—O Nurse, how shall this be prevented?
My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven.
How shall that faith return again to earth,
Unless that husband send it me from heaven
By leaving earth? Comfort me. Counsel me.—
Alack, alack, that heaven should practice stratagems
Upon so soft a subject as myself.—
What sayst thou? Hast thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, Nurse.
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NURSE Faith, here it is.
Romeo is banishèd, and all the world to nothing
215 That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you.
Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
I think it best you married with the county.
Oh, he’s a lovely gentleman.
220 Romeo’s a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam,
Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
I think you are happy in this second match,
For it excels your first. Or if it did not,
225 Your first is dead, or ’twere as good he were,
As living here and you no use of him.
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NURSE Faith, here it is.
Romeo is banishèd, and all the world to nothing
That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you.
Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
I think it best you married with the county.
Oh, he’s a lovely gentleman.
Romeo’s a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam,
Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
I think you are happy in this second match,
For it excels your first. Or if it did not,
Your first is dead, or ’twere as good he were,
As living here and you no use of him.
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JULIET Speakest thou from thy heart?
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JULIET Speakest thou from thy heart?
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NURSE And from my soul too, else beshrew them both.
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NURSE And from my soul too, else beshrew them both.
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JULIET Amen!
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JULIET Amen!
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NURSE 230 What?
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NURSE What?
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JULIET Well, thou hast comforted me marvelous much.
Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeased my father, to Lawrence’s cell
To make confession and to be absolved.
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JULIET Well, thou hast comforted me marvelous much.
Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeased my father, to Lawrence’s cell
To make confession and to be absolved.
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NURSE 235 Marry, I will, and this is wisely done.
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NURSE Marry, I will, and this is wisely done.
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Exit NURSE
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Exit NURSE
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JULIET Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Which she hath praised him with above compare
240 So many thousand times? Go, counselor.
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
I’ll to the friar to know his remedy.
If all else fail, myself have power to die.
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JULIET Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Which she hath praised him with above compare
So many thousand times? Go, counselor.
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
I’ll to the friar to know his remedy.
If all else fail, myself have power to die.
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Exit
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Exit
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