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[Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the window]
JULIET
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Wilt thou | be gone?| It is not | yet near day:
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It was | the night|ingale,| and not | the lark,
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That pierced | the fear|ful hol|low of |
thine^ear,
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Nightly she | sings on | yon pomegra|nate-tree,
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Believe | me love,| it was | the night|ingale.
ROMEO
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It was | the lark | the her|ald of | the morn:
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No* night|ingale: look love | what en|vious
streaks
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Do lace | the sev|ering clouds | in yond|er east:
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Night's cand/les are | burnt out, and joc|und
day
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Stands tiptoe | on the mis|ty mount|ain tops,
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I must | be gone | and live,| or stay | and die.
JULIET
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Yond^light | is not daylight,| I know | it aye:
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It is / some met|eor | that the sun | exhales,
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To be | to thee | this night | a torch-|bearer,
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And light | thee on | thy way | to Man|tua.
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Therefore | stay yet,| thou needst | not to | be
gone.
ROMEO
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Let me | be tane,| let me | be put | to death,
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I am | content,| so thou | wilt have | it so.
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I'll say | yon grey | is not | the morn|ing's
eye,
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'Tis but | the pale | reflex of Cyn|thia's
brow.
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Nor that | is not | the lark | whose notes | do
beat
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The vaul|ty heaven | so high | above | our heads,
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I have | more care | to stay | than will | to go:
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Come* death | and wel|come, Jul|iet wills | it so.
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How is it | my soul,| let's^talk,| it is / not day.
JULIET
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It is,| it is,| hie hence | be gone | away:
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It is | the lark | that sings | so out | of tune,
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Straining | harsh discords,| and unpleas|ing
sharps.
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Some say | the lark makes sweet | divis|ion;
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This doth | not^so:| for she | divid|eth us.
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Some say,| the lark | and loath|ed toad |
change^eyes,
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O now | I would | they had / changed voi|ces too:
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Since arm | from arm | that voice | doth us |
affray,
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Hunting | thee hence,| with hunt's | up to | the
day,
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O now | be gone,| more light | and light | it grows.
ROMEO
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More light | and light,| more dark | and dark | our woes.
[Enter Nurse, to the chamber]
NURSE
Madam.
JULIET
Nurse.
NURSE
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Your la|dy moth|er is com|ing to your chamb|er,
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The day | is broke,| be wa|ry, look | about.
[Exit]
JULIET
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Then wind|ow let | day^in,| and let life out.
ROMEO
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Farewell,| farewell,| one kiss and I'll | descend.
JULIET
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Art thou | gone so?| Love, lord, aye* hus|band,
friend, ??
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I must hear | from thee | every | day in | the
hour,
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For in | a min|ute there | are ma|ny days,
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O by | this count | I shall | be much | in years,
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Ere I | again | behold | my Rom|eo.
ROMEO
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Farewell:
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I will | omit | no op|portun|ity,
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That may | convey | my greet|ings love,| to thee.
JULIET
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O think|est thou | we shall ev|er meet | again?
ROMEO
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I doubt | it not,| and all | these woes | shall
serve
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For sweet | discours|es in | our time | to come.
JULIET
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O God!| I have | an ill-|divin|ing soul,
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Methinks | I see | thee now,| thou art | so low,
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As one | dead in | the bot|tom of | a tomb,
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Either my | eyesight fails,| or thou / lookst
pale.
ROMEO
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And trust | me love,| in my | eye so | do you:
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Dry* sor|row drinks | our blood.| Adieu,| adieu.
[Exit]
JULIET
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O for|tune, for|tune, all | men call | thee
fickle,
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If thou | art fick|le, what | dost thou | with
him
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That is re|nowned for | faith? Be | fickle |
fortune:
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For then | I hope | thou wilt | not keep | him long,
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But send | him back.
[Enter LADY CAPULET]
LADY CAPULET
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Ho daught|er, are | you up?
JULIET
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Who is it | that calls?| Is it my | lady |
mother.
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Is she not | down so | late, or | up so | early?
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What unac|customed | cause pro|cures her | hither?
LADY CAPULET
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Why how | now Jul|iet?
JULIET
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mad|am I am / not well.
LADY CAPULET
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Ever|more weep|ing for | your cous|in's death?
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What* wilt | thou wash | him from | his grave |
with tears?
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And if | thou couldst,| thou couldst | not
make | him live:
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Therefore | have done,| some* grief | shows much
of love,
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But much | of grief,| shows^still | some want |
of wit.
JULIET
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Yet let | me weep,| for such | a feel|ing loss.
LADY CAPULET
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So shall | you feel | the loss,| but not | the
friend
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Which you | weep for.
JULIET
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Feel|ing so | the loss,
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Cannot | choose but | ever | weep the | friend.
LADY CAPULET
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Well girl,| thou weepst | not so | much for | his
death,
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As that | the vil|lain lives | which slaugh|tered
him.
JULIET
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What vil|lain, mad|am?
LADY CAPULET
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That same | villain | Romeo.
JULIET
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Villain and | he, be | many | miles a|sunder:
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God pardon, I | do with | all my | heart:
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And yet | no man | like^he,| doth grieve | my
heart.
LADY CAPULET
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That is | because | the trait|or lives.|
JULIET
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Aye* mad|am from | the reach | of these | my
hands:
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Would none | but I | might* venge | my cous|in's
death.
LADY CAPULET
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We will | have venge|ance for | it, fear | thou
not.
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Then weep | no more.| I'll send | to one | in
Man||tua,
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Where that / same ban|ished run|agate | doth live,
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Shall give | him such | an un|accust|omed dram,
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That he | shall soon | keep^Ty|balt comp|any:
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And then | I hope | thou wilt | be sat|isfied.
JULIET
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Indeed | I nev|er shall | be sat|isfied
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With Rom|eo,| till I | behold | him. Dead
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Is my / poor heart | so for | a kins|man vexed:
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Madam | if you | could find | out but | a man
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To bear | a pois|on, I | would temp|er it;
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That Rom|eo should | upon | receipt | thereof,
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Soon sleep in qui|et. O | how* my heart | abhors
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To hear | him named,| and can|not come | to him,
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To wreak | the love | I bore | my cous|in,
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Upon | his bo|dy that | hath slaught|ered him.
LADY CAPULET
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Find thou the means,| and I'll | find such a
man.
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But now | I'll tell | thee joy|ful tid|ings girl.
JULIET
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And joy | comes well | in such | a nee|dy time,
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What are | they, I | beseech | your lad|yship?
LADY CAPULET
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Well*, well,| thou hast | a care|ful fath|er
child?
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One who to put | thee from | thy heav|iness,
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Hath sort|ed out | a sud|den day | of joy,
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That thou | expectst | not, nor I | looked not
for.
JULIET
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Madam | in hap|py time,| what day | is that?
LADY CAPULET
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Marry | my child,| early | next Thurs|day morn,
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The gal|lant, young,| and nob|le gent|leman,
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The count|y Par|is, at / Saint Pet|er's Church,
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Shall hap|pily make | thee there | a joy|ful
bride.
JULIET
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Now by | Saint^Pet|er's Church,| and Pet|er too,
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He shall | not make | me there | a joy|ful bride.
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I wond|er at | this haste,| that I | must wed
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Ere he | that should | be hus|band comes | to
woo;
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I pray | you tell | my lord | and fath|er
madam,
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I will | not mar|ry yet,| and when I do,| I swear
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It shall | be Rom|eo, whom | you know | I hate
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Rather | than Par|is. These | are news | indeed.
LADY CAPULET
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Here comes | your fath|er, tell | him so | yourself,
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And see | how he | will take | it at | your
hands.
[Enter CAPULET and Nurse]
CAPULET
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When the / sun sets,| the air | doth driz|zle dew
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But for | the sun|set of | my broth|er's son,
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It rains downright. \\
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How now?| A cond|uit girl, what still | in tears?
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Evermore showering in one little body? ????
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Thou count|erfeitst | a bark,| a sea,| a wind:
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For still | thy eyes,| which I | may call | the
sea,
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Do ebb | and flow | with tears,| the bark | thy
bo||dy is
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Sail|ing in this / salt flood,| the winds | thy
sighs,
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Who rag|ing with | thy tears | and they | with
them,
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Without | a sud|den calm | will ov|erset
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Thy temp|est-tos|sed bo|dy. How | now* wife?
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Have you | deliv|ered to | her our | decree?
LADY CAPULET
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Aye sir;
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But she | will none,| she gives | you thanks,
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I would | the fool | were mar|ried to | her
grave.
CAPULET
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Soft, take^|me with | you, take | me with | you
wife, ??
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How, will | she none?| Doth she | not give | us
thanks?
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Is she | not proud?| Doth she | not count | her
blessed,
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Unworth|y as | she is,| that we | have wrought
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So worth|y a gent|leman, to be | her bride|groom.
??
JULIET
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Not proud | you have,
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But thank|ful that | you
have:
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Proud can | I nev|er be | of what | I have,
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But thank|ful ev|en for hate,| that is / meant
love.
CAPULET
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How now?
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How now?| Choplog/ic? What | is this?
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Proud, and | I thank | you, and | I thank | you
not.
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Thank me | no thank|ings, nor | proud me | no
prouds,
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But fettle | your fine | joints against Thurs|day next,
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To go | with Par|is to / Saint Pe|ter's
Church:
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Or I | will drag | thee, on a | hurdle | thither.
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Out you green-sick|ness car|rion, out | you
bag||gage,
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You tal|low-face.
LADY CAPULET
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Fie* fie,| what are | you mad?
JULIET
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Good fath|er, I | beseech | you on | my knees
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Hear me | with pa|tience, but | to speak | a word.
CAPULET
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Hang thee | young^bag|gage, dis|obed|ient wretch,
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I tell | thee what,| get thee to | church on |
Thursday,
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Or nev|er aft|er look | me in | the face.
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Speak not, reply | not, do | not^ans|wer me.
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My fing|ers itch,| wife: we | scarce thought us
blessed,
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That God | had lent | us but | this on|ly child,
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But now | I see | this one | is one | too much,
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And that | we have | a curse | in hav|ing her:
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Out on | her hild|ing.
NURSE
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God | in heaven | bless
her,
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You are | to blame | my lord | to rate | her so.
CAPULET
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And why | my la|dy wis|dom? Hold | your tongue,
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Good prud|ence, smat|ter with | your gos|sip,
go.
NURSE
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I speak | no treas|on,
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O | God ye | god-den.
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May not | one speak?
CAPULET
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Peace | you mumb|ling fool,
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Utter | your grav|ity ore | a gos|sip's bowl
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For here | we need | it not.
LADY CAPULET
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You are / too hot.
CAPULET
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God's bread, it | makes me mad:|
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Day, night, hour,| tide, time, work,| play,
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Alone | in comp|any, still | my care | hath been
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To have | her matched,| and hav|ing now | provid||ed
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A gent|leman | of nob|le par|entage,
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Of fair | demean|or, youth|ful, and nob|ly
al||lied,
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Stuffed | as they | say with | honor|able parts,
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Propor|tioned as / one's thought | would wish | a
man,
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And then | to have | a wretch|ed pul|ing fool,
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A whin|ing mammet,| in her | fortunes | tender,
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To ans|wer, I'll | not^wed,| I can|not love:
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I am / too young,| I pray | you pard|on me.
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But, and you | will not wed,| I'll pard|on you.
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Graze where | you will,| you shall | not house | with me:
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Look to it,| think on it, I do | not use | to
jest.
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Thursday | is near,| lay hand | on heart,|
advise,
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And you | be mine,| I'll give | you to | my friend:
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And you be not,| hang, beg, starve,| die in | the
streets, ??
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For by | my soul,| I'll nere | acknow|ledge thee,
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Nor what | is mine | shall nev|er do | thee good:
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Trust to it,| bethink | you, I'll | not be |
forsworn.
[Exit]
JULIET
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Is there | no pi|ty sit|ting in | the clouds,
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That sees | into | the bot|tom of | my grief?
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O sweet | my moth|er cast | me not | away,
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Delay | this mar|riage, for | a month,| a week,
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Or if | you do / not, make | the brid|al bed
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In that / dim mon|ument | where Ty|balt lies.
LADY CAPULET
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Talk not to me,| for I'll | not speak a word,
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Do as | thou wilt,| for I | have done | with thee.
[Exit]
JULIET
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O God!
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O nurse,| how shall this | be pre|vented?
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My hus|band is | on earth,| my faith | in heaven,
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How shall | that faith | return | again | to
earth,
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Unless | that hus|band send | it me | from heaven,
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By leav|ing earth?| Comfort | me, couns/el
me:
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Alack,| alack,| that heaven | should prac|tice
strat||agems*
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Upon | so soft | a sub|ject as | myself.
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What sayst | thou? Hast | thou not | a word | of
joy?
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Some com|fort nurse.
NURSE
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Faith here it is,
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Romeo || is ban|ished, and | all the | world to |
nothing,
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That he dares | nere come back | to chal|lenge
you:
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Or if | he do,| it needs | must be | by stealth.
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Then since | the case | so stands | as now | it
doth,
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I think | it best | you mar|ried with | the
coun||ty,
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O | he's a love|ly gent|leman:
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Romeo's || a dish|clout to | him: an | eagle,|
madam,
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Hath not | so green,| so quick,| so fair | an eye
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As Par|is hath.| Beshrew | my ve|ry heart,
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I think | you are hap|py in | this sec|ond match,
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For it | excels | your first:| or if it | did not,
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Your first | is dead,| or 'twere | as good | he
were,
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As liv|ing here | and you | no use | of him.
JULIET
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Speakest | thou from | thy heart?
NURSE
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And from | my soul | too, (tri with prev)
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Or else | beshrew | them both.
JULIET
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Amen.
NURSE
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What?
JULIET
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Well*, thou | hast com|forted me | marvel|lous
much,
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Go in,| and tell | my la|dy I | am gone,
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Having | displeased | my fath|er, to Laur|ence'^cell,
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To make | confes|sion, and | to be | absolved.
NURSE
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Marry | I will,| and this | is wise|ly done.
[Exit]
JULIET
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Ancient | damna|tion, O | most wick|ed fiend!
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Is it / more sin | to wish | me thus | forsworn,
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Or to | dispraise | my lord | with that / same tongue
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Which she | hath praised | him with | above |
compare,
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So ma|ny thous|and times?| Go couns/ellor,
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Thou and | my bos|om hence|forth shall | be
twain:
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I'll* to | the fri|ar, to know | his rem|edy,
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If all | else fail,| myself | have power | to die.
[Exit]