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JULIET:
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Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
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ROMEO:
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Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
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Give me my sin again.
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JULIET:
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You kiss by the book.
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Nurse:
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Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
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ROMEO:
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What is her mother?
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Nurse:
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Marry, bachelor,
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Her mother is the lady of the house,
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And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous
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I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
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I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
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Shall have the chinks.
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ROMEO:
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Is she a Capulet?
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O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
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BENVOLIO:
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Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
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ROMEO:
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Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
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CAPULET:
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Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
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We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
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Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all
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I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
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More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.
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Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:
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I'll to my rest.
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JULIET:
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Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?
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Nurse:
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The son and heir of old Tiberio.
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JULIET:
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What's he that now is going out of door?
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Nurse:
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Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.
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JULIET:
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What's he that follows there, that would not dance?
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Nurse:
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I know not.
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JULIET:
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Go ask his name: if he be married.
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My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
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Nurse:
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His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
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The only son of your great enemy.
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JULIET:
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My only love sprung from my only hate!
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Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
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Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
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That I must love a loathed enemy.
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Nurse:
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What's this? what's this?
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JULIET:
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A rhyme I learn'd even now
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Of one I danced withal.
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Nurse:
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Anon, anon!
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Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.
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Chorus:
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Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
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And young affection gapes to be his heir;
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That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,
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With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
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Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
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Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,
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But to his foe supposed he must complain,
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And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:
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Being held a foe, he may not have access
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To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
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And she as much in love, her means much less
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To meet her new-beloved any where:
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But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
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