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| Paris |
Happily met, my lady and my wife! |
| Juliet |
That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. |
| Paris |
That may be must be, love, on Thursday next. |
| Juliet |
What must be shall be. |
| Friar Lawrence |
That's a certain text. |
| Paris |
Come you to make confession to this father? |
| Juliet |
To answer that, I should confess to you. |
| Paris |
Do not deny to him that you love me. |
| Juliet |
I will confess to you that I love him. |
| Paris |
So will ye, I am sure, that you love me. |
| Juliet |
If I do so, it will be of more price, |
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Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. |
| Paris |
Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. |
| Juliet |
The tears have got small victory by that; |
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For it was bad enough before their spite. |
| Paris |
Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. |
| Juliet |
That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; |
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And what I spake, I spake it to my face. |
| Paris |
Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. |
| Juliet |
It may be so, for it is not mine own. |
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Are you at leisure, holy father, now; |
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Or shall I come to you at evening mass? |
| Friar Lawrence |
My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. |
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My lord, we must entreat the time alone. |
| Paris |
God shield I should disturb devotion! |
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Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye: |
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Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss. |
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