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- O woe! O woful, woful, woful day! Most lamentable day, most woful day, That ever, ever, I did yet behold! O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Never was seen so black a day as this: O woful day, O woful day!
- Have I thought long to see this morning's face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?
- Ready to go, but never to return. O son! the night before thy wedding-day Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies, Flower as she was, deflowered by him. Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir; My daughter he hath wedded: I will die, And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.
- Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
- There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.
- Put this in any liquid thing you will, And drink it off; and, if you had the strength Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.
- Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!
- I do defy thy conjurations, And apprehend thee for a felon here.
- O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
- Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.
- Lead, boy: which way?
- I dare no longer stay.
- As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie; Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
- A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
- But I can give thee more: For I will raise her statue in pure gold; That while Verona by that name is known, There shall no figure at such rate be set As that of true and faithful Juliet.
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