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| Juliet |
O comfortable friar! where is my lord? |
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I do remember well where I should be, |
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And there I am. Where is my Romeo? |
| Friar Lawrence |
I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest |
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Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: |
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A greater power than we can contradict |
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Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away. |
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Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; |
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And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee |
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Among a sisterhood of holy nuns: |
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Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; |
| Juliet |
Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. |
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What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand? |
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Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: |
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O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop |
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To help me after? I will kiss thy lips; |
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Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, |
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To make die with a restorative. |
| First Watchman |
[Within] Lead, boy: which way? |
| Juliet |
Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! |
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there rust, and let me die. |
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Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies |
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Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS |
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