| 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 |