Juliet Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow. |
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Prince Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio. Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe. And for that offence immediately we do exile him hence. |
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Juliet A cup closed in my true love's hand? Poison I see hath been his timeless end. Yea noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die. |
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