example_output.md

Request:
JULIET:
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
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Response:
JULIET:
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Romeo
Erres thine some hours seem slain.
Go, nurse to Flint, say, he is a Juliet,
Hie, lady, and men, as well as they
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With wealthily, stiff bats, treachumio'st alone.

ROMEO:
Ah, what purpose of breathes here?

JULIET:
Affection! what are the, Juliet?

ROMEO:
By brief, teach me, for a bookers than earth breathe,
Two days before thy name:
So thrive I, while my heart again,
Doth liege should not kill myself to their grave;
Or by their maidenhood of great oppression,
Can thine eyes grave is necessary and heavy-gaited.

ROMEO:
This comes no bigger than to thy breast,
lord of happy mother's love, Tybalt dearly.

JULIET:
That is that, love moderately, heaven be ta'en; the hour knocks:
angled long spiders, if they mad.

ROMEO:
These tears, therefore turn to climb! O inj would beat her grave
Would she begin at once, break out
To riddling music. Benvolio, every music is already,
By heaven keeps.
This unworthy Capulet! Wilt thou ask him