Act III
Scene I
A public place.
Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants. | |
Benvolio |
I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire:
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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, an 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 full 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 | An 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 | Follow me close, for I will speak to them. 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, an you will give me occasion. |
Mercutio | Could you not take some occasion without giving? |
Tybalt | Mercutio, thou consort’st with Romeo— |
Mercutio | Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords: here’s my fiddlestick; here’s that shall make you dance. ’Zounds, consort! |
Benvolio |
We talk here in the public haunt of men:
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Mercutio |
Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
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Enter Romeo. | |
Tybalt | Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man. |
Mercutio |
But I’ll be hang’d, sir, if he wear your livery:
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Tybalt |
Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford
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Romeo |
Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
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Tybalt |
Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
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Romeo |
I do protest, I never injured thee,
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Mercutio |
O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
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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, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. |
Tybalt | I am for you. Drawing. |
Romeo | Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. |
Mercutio | Come, sir, your passado. They fight. |
Romeo |
Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
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Mercutio |
I am hurt.
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Benvolio | What, art thou hurt? |
Mercutio |
Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, ’tis enough.
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Romeo | Courage, 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 to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o’ both your houses! ’Zounds, 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 |
Help me into some house, Benvolio,
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Romeo |
This gentleman, the prince’s near ally,
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Re-enter Benvolio. | |
Benvolio |
O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio’s dead!
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Romeo |
This day’s black fate on more days doth depend;
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Benvolio | Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. |
Romeo |
Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
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Re-enter Tybalt. | |
Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
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Tybalt |
Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
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Romeo | This shall determine that. They fight; Tybalt falls. |
Benvolio |
Romeo, away, be gone!
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Romeo | O, I am fortune’s fool! |
Benvolio | Why dost thou stay? Exit Romeo. |
Enter Citizens, etc. | |
First Citizen |
Which way ran he that kill’d Mercutio?
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Benvolio | There lies that Tybalt. |
First Citizen |
Up, sir, go with me;
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Enter Prince, attended; Montague, Capulet, their Wives, and others. | |
Prince | Where are the vile beginners of this fray? |
Benvolio |
O noble prince, I can discover all
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Lady Capulet |
Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother’s child!
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Prince | Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? |
Benvolio |
Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo’s hand did slay;
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Lady Capulet |
He is a kinsman to the Montague;
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Prince |
Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
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Montague |
Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio’s friend;
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Prince |
And for that offence
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Scene II
Capulet’s orchard.
Enter Juliet. | |
Juliet |
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
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Enter Nurse, with cords. | |
Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
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Nurse | Ay, ay, the cords. Throws them down. |
Juliet | Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands? |
Nurse |
Ah, well-a-day! he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead!
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Juliet | Can heaven be so envious? |
Nurse |
Romeo can,
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Juliet |
What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?
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Nurse |
I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes—
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Juliet |
O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!
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Nurse |
O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
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Juliet |
What storm is this that blows so contrary?
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Nurse |
Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
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Juliet | O God! did Romeo’s hand shed Tybalt’s blood? |
Nurse | It did, it did; alas the day, it did! |
Juliet |
O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
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Nurse |
There’s no trust,
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Juliet |
Blister’d be thy tongue
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Nurse | Will you speak well of him that kill’d your cousin? |
Juliet |
Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
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Nurse |
Weeping and wailing over Tybalt’s corse:
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Juliet |
Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,
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Nurse |
Hie to your chamber: I’ll find Romeo
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Juliet |
O, find him! give this ring to my true knight,
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Scene III
Friar Laurence’s cell.
Enter Friar Laurence. | |
Friar Laurence |
Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:
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Enter Romeo. | |
Romeo |
Father, what news? what is the prince’s doom?
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Friar Laurence |
Too familiar
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Romeo | What less than dooms-day is the prince’s doom? |
Friar Laurence |
A gentler judgment vanish’d from his lips,
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Romeo |
Ha, banishment! be merciful, say “death;”
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Friar Laurence |
Hence from Verona art thou banished:
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Romeo |
There is no world without Verona walls,
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Friar Laurence |
O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
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Romeo |
’Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
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Friar Laurence | Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word. |
Romeo | O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. |
Friar Laurence |
I’ll give thee armour to keep off that word;
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Romeo |
Yet “banished”? Hang up philosophy!
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Friar Laurence | O, then I see that madmen have no ears. |
Romeo | How should they, when that wise men have no eyes? |
Friar Laurence | Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. |
Romeo |
Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:
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Friar Laurence | Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself. |
Romeo |
Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans,
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Friar Laurence |
Hark, how they knock! Who’s there? Romeo, arise;
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Nurse |
Within. Let me come in, and you shall know my errand;
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Friar Laurence | Welcome, then. |
Enter Nurse. | |
Nurse |
O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
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Friar Laurence | There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. |
Nurse |
O, he is even in my mistress’ case,
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Romeo | Nurse! |
Nurse | Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death’s the end of all. |
Romeo |
Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
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Nurse |
O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;
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Romeo |
As if that name,
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Friar Laurence |
Hold thy desperate hand:
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Nurse |
O Lord, I could have stay’d here all the night
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Romeo | Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. |
Nurse |
Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:
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Romeo | How well my comfort is revived by this! |
Friar Laurence |
Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:
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Romeo |
But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
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Scene IV
A room in Capulet’s house.
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris. | |
Capulet |
Things have fall’n out, sir, so unluckily,
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Paris |
These times of woe afford no time to woo.
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Lady Capulet |
I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;
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Capulet |
Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
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Paris | Monday, my lord, |
Capulet |
Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,
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Paris | My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow. |
Capulet |
Well, get you gone: o’ Thursday be it, then.
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Scene V
Capulet’s orchard.
Enter Romeo and Juliet above, at the window. | |
Juliet |
Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
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Romeo |
It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
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Juliet |
Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
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Romeo |
Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death;
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Juliet |
It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!
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Romeo | More light and light; more dark and dark our woes! |
Enter Nurse, to the chamber. | |
Nurse | Madam! |
Juliet | Nurse? |
Nurse |
Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:
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Juliet | Then, window, let day in, and let life out. |
Romeo | Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I’ll descend. He goeth down. |
Juliet |
Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
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Romeo |
Farewell!
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Juliet | O think’st thou we shall ever meet again? |
Romeo |
I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
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Juliet |
O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
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Romeo |
And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
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Juliet |
O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:
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Lady Capulet | Within. Ho, daughter! are you up? |
Juliet |
Who is’t that calls? is it my lady mother?
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Enter Lady Capulet. | |
Lady Capulet | Why, how now, Juliet! |
Juliet | Madam, I am not well. |
Lady Capulet |
Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death?
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Juliet | Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. |
Lady Capulet |
So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
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Juliet |
Feeling so the loss,
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Lady Capulet |
Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death,
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Juliet | What villain, madam? |
Lady Capulet | That same villain, Romeo. |
Juliet |
Aside. Villain and he be many miles asunder.—
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Lady Capulet | That is, because the traitor murderer lives. |
Juliet |
Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:
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Lady Capulet |
We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:
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Juliet |
Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
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Lady Capulet |
Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man.
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Juliet |
And joy comes well in such a needy time:
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Lady Capulet |
Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
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Juliet | Madam, in happy time, what day is that? |
Lady Capulet |
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
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Juliet |
Now, by Saint Peter’s Church and Peter too,
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Lady Capulet |
Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,
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Enter Capulet and Nurse. | |
Capulet |
When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;
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Lady Capulet |
Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
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Capulet |
Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.
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Juliet |
Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have:
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Capulet |
How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this?
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Lady Capulet | Fie, fie! what, are you mad? |
Juliet |
Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
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Capulet |
Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
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Nurse |
God in heaven bless her!
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Capulet |
And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,
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Nurse | I speak no treason. |
Capulet | O, God ye god-den. |
Nurse | May not one speak? |
Capulet |
Peace, you mumbling fool!
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Lady Capulet | You are too hot. |
Capulet |
God’s bread! it makes me mad:
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Juliet |
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
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Lady Capulet |
Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word:
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Juliet |
O God!—O nurse, how shall this be prevented?
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Nurse |
Faith, here it is.
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Juliet | Speakest thou from thy heart? |
Nurse |
And from my soul too;
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Juliet | Amen! |
Nurse | What? |
Juliet |
Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
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Nurse | Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. Exit. |
Juliet |
Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
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