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Friar Laurence's cell.
[Enter FRIAR LAURENCE]
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Romeo | come* forth,
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Come* forth | thou fear|ful man,
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Afflic|tion is | enam|ored of | thy parts:
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And thou | art wed|ded to | calam|ity.
ROMEO
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Father | what news?
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What is | the prin|ce's
doom?
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What sor|row craves | acquaint|ance at | my hand,
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That I | yet know not?
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Too fa|miliar
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Is my / dear son | with such | sour com/pany:
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I bring | thee tid|ings of | the prin|ce's doom.
ROMEO
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What less | than dooms|day,
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Is | the prin|ce's doom?
FRIAR LAURENCE
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A gent|ler judg|ment van|ished from | his lips,
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Not* bo|dy's death,| but bo|dy's ban|ishment.
ROMEO
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Ha, ban/ishment?| Be mer|ciful,| say* death:
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For ex|ile hath | more ter/ror in | his look,
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Much^more | than death:| do not | say* ban|ishment.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Hence from | Vero|na art | thou ban|ished:
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Be pa|tient, for | the world | is broad | and
wide.
ROMEO
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There^is | no world | without | Vero|na walls,
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But pur|gato|ry, tor|ture, hell | itself:
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Hence ban/ished, is | banished | from the | world,
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And || world's exile | is death.|
Then
ban|ished,
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Is death,| mis-termed,| calling | death
ban/ished,
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Thou cutst | my head | off with | a gold|en axe,
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And smilst | upon | the stroke | that murd|ers
me.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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O dead|ly sin,| O rude | unthank|fulness!
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Thy fault | our law | calls^death,| but the /
kind prince
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Taking | thy part,| hath rushed | aside | the
law,
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And turned | that black | word death, to
ban|ishment.
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This is / dear mer|cy, and / thou seest | it not.
ROMEO
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'Tis tor|ture and / not mer|cy, heaven | is here
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Where Jul|iet lives,| and eve|ry cat | and dog,
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And lit|tle mouse,| every | unworth|y thing
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Live here in heav|en and | may look | on her,
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But Rom|eo | may not.| More va|lidi||ty,
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More^|honorable | state, more*| courtship | lives
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In || carri|on-flies,| than Rom|eo: they | may seize
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On the / white wond|er of / dear Jul|iet's hand,
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And steal | immort|al bles|sing from | her lips,
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Who^ev|en in pure | and ves|tal mod|esty
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Still blush, as think|ing their / own
kiss|es sin.
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This may | flies do,| when I | from this | must fly,
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And sayst | thou yet,| that ex|ile is not
death?
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But Rom|eo | may not,| he is | banished.
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Hadst^thou | no pois|on mixed,| no sharp-|ground^knife,
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No sud|den mean | of death,| though nere | so
mean,
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But ban|ished | to kill | me? Ban|ished?
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O fri|ar, the / damned use | that word | in hell:
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Howlings | attend | it, how | hast thou | the
heart
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Being | a di|vine, a | ghostly con|fessor,
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A sin-|absolv|er, and | my friend | professed:
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To mang|le me | with that | word, banished?
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Then fond mad|man, hear | me speak.|
ROMEO
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O thou | wilt speak | again | of ban|ishment.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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I'll give | thee arm|or to / keep off | that
word,
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Adver|sity's / sweet milk,| philos|ophy,
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To com|fort thee,| though thou | art ban|ished.
ROMEO
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Yet ban|ished?| Hang up | philo|sophy:
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Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, ??
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Displant | a town,| reverse | a prin|ce's doom,
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It helps | not, it | prevails | not, talk | no
more.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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O then | I see,| that mad|men have | no ears.
ROMEO
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How should they,
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When wise | men have | no eyes?
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Let me | despair | with thee | of thy | estate,
ROMEO
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Thou canst | not speak | of that | thou dost
| not feel,
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Wert thou | as young | as Jul|iet | my love:
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An hour | but mar|ried, Ty|balt murd|ered,
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Doting | like me, and like | me ban|ished,
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Then mightst | thou speak,
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Then mightst | thou
tear | thy hair,
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And fall | upon | the ground | as I | do now,
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Taking | the meas|ure of an // unmade grave.
[Knocking within]
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Arise | one knocks,
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Good Rom|eo hide | thyself.
ROMEO
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Not I,
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Unless | the breath | of heart|sick^groans
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Mist-like infold | me from | the search | of
eyes.
[Knocking]
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Hark how*| they knock:
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(Who's there)| Romeo | arise,
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Thou wilt | be tak|en, stay | awhile,| stand up:
[Knocking]
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Run to my | study:| By and | by, God's will
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What simp|leness | is this:| I come,| I come.
[Knocking]
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Who knocks | so hard?
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Whence come | you? What's
| your will?
NURSE [Within]
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Let me come^|in,
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And | you shall | know my | errand:
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I come | from La|dy Jul|iet.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Welcome then.
[Enter Nurse]
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O ho|ly friar,| O tell | me ho|ly friar,
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Where is | my la|dy's lord?| Where's Rom/eo?
FRIAR LAURENCE
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There on | the ground,
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With his / own tears |
made^drunk.
NURSE
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O he | is ev|en in | my mist|ress' case,
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Just in | her case.| O woe|ful symp|athy:
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Piteous | predic|ament,/ even so | lies she,
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Blubbering | and weep|ing, weep|ing and
blub|bering,
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Stand^up,| stand^up,| stand and | you be | a
man,
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For Jul|iet's^sake,| for her | sake rise and
stand:
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Why should | you fall | into / so deep | an O.
ROMEO
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Nurse.
NURSE
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Ah | sir, ah | sir, death's / the end | of
all.
ROMEO
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Speakst thou | of Jul|iet?| How is it | with her?
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Doth she | not think | me an / old murd|erer,
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Now I | have stained | the child|hood of | our
joy,
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With blood | removed,| but lit|tle from | her
own?
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Where is | she? And | how doth | she? And / what says
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My con/cealed la|dy to | our con/cealed love?
NURSE
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Oh she | says noth|ing sir,| but weeps | and
weeps,
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And now | falls on | her bed,| and then |
starts^up,
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And Ty|balt calls,| and then | on Rom|eo cries,
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And then down falls | again.
ROMEO
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As if | that name || shot from | the dead|ly lev|el of | a gun,
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Did murd|er her,| as that / name's curs|ed hand
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Murdered her | kinsman.| Oh tell | me friar,|
tell me,
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In what vile part | of this | anat|omy
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Doth^my | name^lodge?| Tell me,| that I | may
sack
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The hate|ful man|sion.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Hold | thy des|perate hand:
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Art thou | a man?| Thy form | cries^out | thou
art:
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Thy tears | are wom|anish,| thy wild^acts |
denote
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The un|reason|able fu|ry of | a beast.
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Unseem|ly wom|an, in | a seem|ing man,
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And ill-|beseem|ing beast | in seem|ing both,
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Thou hast a|mazed me.| By my | holy | order,
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I thought | thy dis|posi|tion better | tempered.
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Hast thou | slain Ty/balt? Wilt | thou slay |
thyself?
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And stay | thy la|dy, that | in thy / life lies,
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By do|ing damn|ed hate | upon | thyself?
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Why railst | thou on | thy birth?| The heaven |
and earth?
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Since birth, and heaven | and earth,| all* three
| do meet
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In thee | at once,| which thou | at once |
wouldst lose.
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Fie* fie,| thou shamst | thy shape,| thy
love,| thy wit,
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Which like | a us|urer | aboundst | in all:
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And us|est none | in that / true use | indeed,
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Which should | bedeck | thy shape,| thy love,|
thy wit:
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Thy nob|le shape,| is but | a form | of wax,
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Digres|sing from | the val|or of | a man,
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Thy dear | love* sworn | but hol|low per|jury,
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Killing that | love which | thou hast | vowed to
| cherish.
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Thy wit,| that orn|ament,| to shape | and love,
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Misshap|en in | the con|duct^of | them both:
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Like pow/der in | a skit|less sol|dier's flask,
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Is set | afire | by thine | own^ig|norance,
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And thou | dismem|bered with | thine^own |
defense.
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What*, rouse | thee man,| thy Jul|iet | is alive,
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For whose | dear* sake | thou wast | but late|ly
dead.
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There^art | thou hap|py. Ty|balt would / kill thee,
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But thou | slewst^Ty|balt, there | are thou | happy.
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The law | that threat|ened death | becomes | thy
friend,
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And turns it | to ex|ile, there / art thou
| happy.
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A pack | of bles|sing lights | up u|pon thy ||
back,
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Hap/piness | courts thee | in her best |
array,
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But like | a mis|behaved | and sul|len wench,
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Thou put|test up | thy for|tune and | thy love:
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Take^heed,| take^heed,| for such | die
mis/erable.
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Go* get | thee to | thy love | as was | decreed,
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Ascend | her chamb|er, hence | and com|fort her:
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But look | thou stay | not till | the watch | be
set,
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For then | thou canst | not pass | to Man|tua,
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Where thou | shalt live | till we | can find | a
time
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To blaze | your mar|riage, rec|oncile | your
friends,
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Beg pard/on of | the prince,| and call | thee back,
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With twen|ty hund|red thous|and times | more* joy
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Than thou | wentst^forth | in lam|enta|tion.
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Go || before | nurse, com|mend me |
to thy | lady,
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And bid | her hast|en all | the house | to bed,
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Which^hea|vy sor|row makes | them apt | unto,
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Rome|o is | coming. \\
NURSE
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O Lord,| I could | have stayed | here all night,
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To hear | good* couns|el: oh | what learn|ing is!
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My lord | I'll tell | my la|dy you | will come.
ROMEO
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Do so,| and bid | my sweet | prepare | to chide.
NURSE
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Here sir,| a ring | she bade | me give | you sir:
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Hie you,| make^haste,| for it / grows ve|ry late.
[Exit]
ROMEO
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How well | my com|fort is | revived | by this.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Go hence,
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Good night,| and here stands all |
your state:
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Either | be gone | before | the watch | be set,
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Or by | the break | of day | disguised | from
hence,
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Sojourn | in Man|tua, I'll | find^out | your man,
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And he | shall sig|nify | from time | to time,
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Every | good hap | to you | that chan|ces here:
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Give me | thy hand,| 'tis late,| farewell,| good night.
ROMEO
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But that | a joy past joy,| calls^out | on me,
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It were | a grief,| so brief | to part | with
thee:
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Fare|well. \\
[Exeunt]