Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, And in despite I'll cram thee with more food.
The tomb of Capulet
Wilt though provoke me? Then have at thee, boy!
I do defy thy And apprehend thee for a felon here
The drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Thy lips are warm! Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O, happy dagger, This is thy sheath. There rust, and let me die.
Romeo is dead! No!
Paris is dead! No!
Juliet is dead! No!
But I can give thee more, For I will ray her statue in pure gold...As that of true and faithful Juliet.
Oh brother Montague, give me thy hand. This is my daughter's jointure, for no more i can demand.
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