I don't know
Romeo what is wrong?
No one loves me!
Alas that love, so gentle in his view, should be so tyrannous and rough on proof!
Alas that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!
Why, such is love's transgression. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, which thou wilt propagate, to have it press'd with more of thine.
Pull yourself together Romeo!
Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
Come on Romeo!
What, shall I groan and tell thee?
Tell me who you love Romeo.
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