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Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it
Thou wretched boy that didst consort him here shalt with him hence
Alive, In triumph! And mercutio slain! Away to heaven Respective lenity And fire eyed fury by my conduct now
oh romeo roemo brave mercutios death
O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,And then down falls again.
O, I am fortune's fool!
Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
 Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,Or never after look me in the face:
The unlucky manage of this fatal brawlThere lies the man, slain by young Romeo,That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio
Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,He shall not make me there a joyful bride.I wonder at this haste; that I must wedEre he, that should be husband, comes to wooI pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,I will not marry yet;
Romeo slew him, he slew MercutioWho now the price of his dear blood doth owe
 Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
 Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?Doth she not think me an old murderer,Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy

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