Romeo Juliet
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- Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament. They are but beggars that can count their worth.
- But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
- Come, come with me, and we will make short work.
- For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone. Till holy church incorporate two in one.
- They Exit...
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