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| 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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What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? |
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An 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 |
Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. |
| Lady Capulet |
So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend |
| Juliet |
Feeling so the loss, |
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Cannot choose but ever weep the friend. |
| Lady Capulet |
Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, |
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As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. |
| Juliet |
What villain madam? |
| Lady Capulet |
That same villain, Romeo. |
| Juliet |
[Aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.-- |
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God Pardon him! I do, with all my heart; |
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And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart. |
| Lady Capulet |
That is, because the traitor murderer lives. |
| Juliet |
Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands: |
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Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! |
| Lady Capulet |
We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not: |
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Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua, |
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Where that same banish'd runagate doth live, |
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Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram, |
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That he shall soon keep Tybalt company: |
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And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. |
| Juliet |
Indeed, I never shall be satisfied |
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With Romeo, till I behold him--dead-- |
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Is my poor heart for a kinsman vex'd. |
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Madam, if you could find out but a man |
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To bear a poison, I would temper it; |
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That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, |
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Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors |
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To hear him named, and cannot come to him. |
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To wreak the love I bore my cousin |
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Upon his body that slaughter'd him! |
| Lady Capulet |
Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. |
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But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. |
| Juliet |
And joy comes well in such a needy time: |
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What are they, I beseech your ladyship? |
| Lady Capulet |
Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child; |
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One who, to put thee from thy heaviness, |
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Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, |
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That thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for. |
| Juliet |
Madam, in happy time, what day is that? |
| Lady Capulet |
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, |
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The gallant, young and noble gentleman, |
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The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church, |
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Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. |
| Juliet |
Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too, |
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He shall not make me there a joyful bride. |
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I wonder at this haste; that I must wed |
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Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. |
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I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, |
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I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear, |
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It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, |
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Rather than Paris. These are news indeed! |
| Lady Capulet |
Here comes your father; tell him so yourself, |
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And see how he will take it at your hands. |
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