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| Juliet |
O God!--O nurse, how shall this be prevented? |
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My husband 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 husband send it me from heaven |
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By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me. |
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Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems |
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Upon so soft a subject as myself! |
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What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy? |
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Romeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing, |
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That he dares ne'er come back to challenge 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 married with the county. |
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O, he's a lovely gentleman! |
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Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam, |
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Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye |
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As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart, |
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I think you are happy in this second 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 living here and you no use of him. |
| Juliet |
Speakest thou from thy heart? |
| Nurse |
And from my soul too; |
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Or else beshrew them both. |
| Juliet |
Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. |
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Go in: and tell my lady I am gone, |
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Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell, |
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To make confession and to be absolved. |
| Nurse |
Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. |
| Juliet |
Ancient damnation! O most wicked 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 many thousand times? Go, counsellor; |
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Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. |
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I'll to the friar, to know his remedy: |
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If all else fail, myself have power to die. |
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