I am almost afraid to stand alone here in the church yard; yet i will adventure
This is that haughty Montague that murdered my love's cousin
O, I am slain! If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet
O brother give me thy hand This is my daughters jonture, for no more can I demand
Heres to my love! Thus with a kiss I die
This is thy sheath; there rust and let me die
As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie poor sacrifices of our enmity
But i can give thee more; for I will raise her statue in pure gold
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