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[Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants]
BENVOLIO
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I pray | thee good | Mercu|tio let's | retire;
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The day | is hot,| the Cap|ulets | abroad:
And if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl, for now these hot days, is the
mad blood stirring.
MERCUTIO
Thou art like one of those fellows, that when he enters the confines of a
tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says, God send me no need of
thee: and by the operation of the second cup, draws it on the drawer, when
indeed there is no need.
BENVOLIO
Am I like such a fellow?
MERCUTIO
Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood, as any in Italy? And as soon
moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.
BENVOLIO
And what to?
MERCUTIO
Nay, and there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill
the other: Thou, why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or
a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou wilt quarrel with a man for
cracking nuts, having no other reason, but because thou hast hazel eyes: what
eye, but such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as fun of
quarrels, as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as
addle as an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a man for
coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain
asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new
doublet before Easter? With another, for tying his new shoes with old
riband, and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling?
BENVOLIO
And I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee-simple
of my life, for an hour and a quarter.
MERCUTIO
The fee-simple? O simple.
BENVOLIO
By my head here come the Capulets.
MERCUTIO
By my heel I care not.
[Enter TYBALT and others]
TYBALT
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Follow | me close,| for I | will speak | to them.
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Gentlemen,| good^den,| a word | with one | of
you.
MERCUTIO
And but one word with one of us? couple it with something, make it a word
and a blow.
TYBALT
You shall find me apt enough to that sir, and you will give me occasion.
MERCUTIO
Could you not take some occasion without giving?
TYBALT
Mercutio thou consortst with Romeo.
MERCUTIO
Consort? What dost thou make us minstrels? And thou make minstrels of us,
look to hear nothing but discords: here's my fiddlestick, here's that shall
make you dance. Come consort.
BENVOLIO
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We talk | here in | the pub|lic haunt | of men:
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Either | withdraw | unto | some priv|ate place,
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And reas|on cold|ly of | your griev|ances:
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Or else | depart,| here all eyes | gaze on us.
MERCUTIO
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Men's^eyes | were made | to look,| and let | them
gaze.
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I will | not budge | for no | man's pleas|ure I.
[Enter ROMEO]
TYBALT
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Well peace | be with | you sir,| here comes | my
man.
MERCUTIO
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But I'll | be hanged | sir if he | wear your |
livery.
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Marry | go before | to field,| he'll be your |
follower,
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Your worsh|ip in / that sense,| may call | him
man.
TYBALT
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Romeo,| the love | I bear | thee, can | afford
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No bet|ter term | than this:| thou art a |
villain.
ROMEO
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Tybalt, the | reason | that I | have to | love
thee,
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Doth much | excuse | the ap|pertain|ing rage
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To such | a greet|ing: vil|lain am | I none;
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Therefore | farewell;| I see | thou knowst | me not.
TYBALT
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Boy, this / shall not^|excuse | the in|juries
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That thou | hast done | me, there|fore turn | and
draw.
ROMEO
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I do | protest | I nev|er in|jured thee,
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But love | thee bet|ter than | thou canst |
devise:
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Till thou | shalt know | the reas|on of | my
love,
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And so | good Cap|ulet,| which name | I tend||er
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As dear|ly as | my own,| be sat|isfied.
MERCUTIO
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O calm,| dishon/orable,| vile sub|mission:
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Alla | stocca|ta car|ries it | away.
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Tybalt,| you rat-|catcher,| will you | walk?
TYBALT
What wouldst thou have with me?
MERCUTIO
Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives, that I mean to make
bold withal, and as you shall use me hereafter drybeat the rest of the
eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher by the ears? make haste,
lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.
TYBALT
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I am | for you. \\
ROMEO
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Gentle | Mercu|tio, put | thy rap|ier up.
MERCUTIO
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Come sir,/ your pas|sado. \\
ROMEO
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Draw Ben|volio,| beat^down | their weap|ons:
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Gentle|men for | shame for|bear this | outrage,
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Tybalt,| Mercu|tio, the prince | express|ly hath
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Forbid|den ban|dying in | Vero|na streets.
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Hold Tybalt,| good Mer|cutio.
MERCUTIO
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I am hurt.
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A plague | on both | your hous|es, I | am sped:
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Is he gone | and hath | nothing?
BENVOLIO
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What art | thou hurt?
MERCUTIO
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Aye aye, a scratch,| a scratch,| marry | 'tis
enough.
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Where is my | page? Go villain | fetch a
| surgeon.
[Exit Page]
ROMEO
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Cour|age man,| the hurt | cannot | be much.
MERCUTIO
No: 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door, but 'tis
enough, 'twill serve: ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave
man. I am peppered I warrant, for this world: A plague on both your houses.
What, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat to scratch a man to death: a braggart,
a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic, why the devil
came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
ROMEO
I thought all for the best.
MERCUTIO
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Help me | into | some house | Benvo|lio,
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Or I shall | faint: A | plague on | both your |
houses.
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They have | made worms' meat | of me,|
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I have / it, and | soundly | to your | houses.
[Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO]
ROMEO
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This gent|leman | the prin|ce's near | ally,
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My ve|ry friend | hath got | his mort|al hurt
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In my | behalf,| my rep|uta|tion stained
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With Ty|balt's sland|er, Ty|balt that | an hour
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Hath been | my cous|in: O | sweet* Jul|iet,
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Thy beaut|y hath / made me | effem|inate,
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And in | my temp|er soft|ened val|or's steel.
[Enter BENVOLIO]
BENVOLIO
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O Rom|eo, Rom|eo, brave | Mercu|tio's dead,
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That gal|lant spir|it hath | aspired | the
clouds,
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Which too | untime|ly here | did scorn | the
earth.
ROMEO
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This day's | black fate, on more | days doth depend,
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This^but | begins,| the woe | others | must end.
[Enter TYBALT]
BENVOLIO
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Here comes | the fur|ious Ty|balt back | again.
ROMEO
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He gone | in tri|umph, and | Mercu|tio slain?
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Away | to heav|en respect|ive len|ity,
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And fire |and fur|y, be | my con|duct now.
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Now Ty|balt take | the vil|lain back | again
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That late | thou gavst | me, for | Mercu|tio's
soul
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Is but | a lit|tle way | above | our heads,
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Staying | for thine | to keep | him comp|any:
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Either | thou or | I, or | both, must | go with him.
TYBALT
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Thou wretch|ed boy | that didst | consort | him
here,
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Shalt with | him hence.
ROMEO
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This shall | deter|mine that.
[They fight; TYBALT falls]
BENVOLIO
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Rome|o, a|way be | gone:|
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The cit|izens | are up,| and Ty|balt slain,
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Stand not amazed,| the prince | will doom |
thee death
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If thou | art tak|en: hence,| be gone,| away.
ROMEO
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O! I | am for|tune's fool.
BENVOLIO
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Why dost | thou stay?
[Exit ROMEO. Enter Citizens, etc.]
FIRST CITIZEN
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Which way ran | he that killed | Mercu|tio?
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Tybalt | that murd|erer,| which way ran he?
BENVOLIO
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There* lies | that Ty|balt.
FIRST CITIZEN
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Up | sir go | with me:
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I charge | thee in | the prin|ces name | obey.
[Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and others]
PRINCE
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Where are | the vile | begin|ners of | this fray?
BENVOLIO
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O nob|le prince,| I can | discov|er all
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The unluck|y man|age of | this fat|al brawl:
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There lies the man | slain by | young Rom/eo,
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That slew | thy kins|man brave | Mercu|tio.
LADY CAPULET
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Tybalt,| my cous|in? O | my broth|er's child,
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O prince,| O cousin,| husband,| O the blood | is
spilt
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Of my / dear kins|man. Prince | as thou | art
true,
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For blood | of ours,| shed blood of Mont|ague.
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O cous|in, cous|in. \\
PRINCE
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Benvo|lio, who | began | this blood|y fray?
BENVOLIO
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Tybalt | here* slain,| whom Rom|eo's hand | did
slay,
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Romeo | that spoke | him fair,| bade him |
bethink
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How nice | the quar|rel was,| and urged | withal
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Your high | displeas|ure: all | this uttered
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With gent||le breath,| calm look, knees |
humbly | bowed
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Could not | take truce / with the | unru|ly
spleen
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Of Ty|balt deaf | to peace,| but that | he tilts
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With pierc|ing steel | at bold | Mercu|tio's
breast,
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Who all | as hot, turns dead|ly point | to
point;
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And with | a mar|tial scorn,| with one | hand^beats
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Cold death aside,| and with | the oth|er sends
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It back | to Ty|balt, whose | dexter|ity
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Retorts | it: Rom|eo | he cries | aloud,
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Hold friends,| Friends part, and swift|er than |
his tongue,
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His agile | arm, beats down | their fat|al points,
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And 'twixt | them rush|es, und|erneath | whose^arm,
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An en|vious thrust | from Ty|balt, hit | the life
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Of stout | Mercu|tio, and | then Ty|balt fled.
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But by | and by | comes back to Rom|eo,
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Who had | but new|ly ent|ertained | revenge,
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And to it | they go | like light/ning, for | ere
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Could draw | to part | them, was / stout Ty|balt
slain:
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And as | he fell,| did Rom|eo turn | and fly:
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This is | the truth,| or let | Benvo|lio die.
LADY CAPULET
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He is | a kins|man to | the Mont|ague,
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Affec|tion makes | him false,| he speaks not
true:
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Some twen|ty of | them fought | in this / black
strife,
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And all | those twen|ty could | but kill | one^life.
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I beg | for just|ice, which | thou prince | must
give:
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Romeo | slew* Ty|balt, Rom|eo must | not live.
PRINCE
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Romeo | slew him, he | slew Mer|cutio,
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Who now | the price | of his / dear blood | doth
owe.
MONTAGUE
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Not Rom|eo Prince,| he was | Mercu|tio's friend,
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His fault | concludes,| but what | the law |
should end,
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The life | of Ty|balt.
PRINCE
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And | for that | offense,
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Immed|iately | we do | exile | him hence:
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I have | an inte|rest in | your heart's | proceed|ing:
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My blood | for your / rude brawls | doth lie |
a-bleed|ing. (hex with prev)
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But I'll | amerce | you with | so strong | a fine,
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That you | shall all | repent | the loss | of
mine.
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I will | be deaf | to plead|ing and | excu|ses,
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Nor tears,| nor prayers | shall purch|ase out |
abu|ses. (hex with prev)
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Therefore | use^none,| let Rom|eo hence | in
haste,
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Else^when | he's found,| that ho|ur is | his last.
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Bear hence this | body,| and attend | our will:
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Mercy | but murd|ers, pard|oning those | that
kill.
[Exeunt]