| |  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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