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| | LADY CAPULET |
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O me, O me! My child, my only life, |
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Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!— |
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Help, help! Call help. |
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| LADY CAPULET |
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Oh my, Oh my! My child, my reason for living, wake up, look up, or
I'll die with you! Help, help! Call for help. |
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| | CAPULET |
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For shame, bring Juliet forth. Her lord is come. |
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| CAPULET |
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For shame, bring Juliet out here. Her bridegroom is here. |
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| | NURSE |
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She's dead, deceased, she's dead. Alack the
day! |
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| NURSE |
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She's dead, deceased, she's dead. Curse the
day! |
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| | LADY CAPULET |
| 25 |
Alack the day. She's dead, she's dead,
she's dead! |
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| LADY CAPULET |
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Curse the day! She's dead, she's dead,
she's dead! |
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| | CAPULET |
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Ha? Let me see her. Out, alas! She's cold. |
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Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff. |
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Life and these lips have long been separated. |
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Death lies on her like an untimely frost |
| 30 |
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. |
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| CAPULET |
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No! Let me see her. Oh no! She's cold. Her blood has
stopped, and her joints are stiff. She's been dead for some
time. She's dead, like a beautiful flower, killed by an
unseasonable frost. |
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| | LADY CAPULET |
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O woeful time. |
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| LADY CAPULET |
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Oh, this is a painful time! |
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| | CAPULET |
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Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, |
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Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak. |
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| CAPULET |
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Death, which has taken her away to make me cry, now ties up my
tongue and won't let me speak. |
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| Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE, County
PARIS, and MUSICIANS |
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| FRIAR LAWRENCE and
PARIS enter with
MUSICIANS. |
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| | FRIAR LAWRENCE |
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Come, is the bride ready to go to church? |
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| FRIAR LAWRENCE |
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Come, is the bride ready to go to church? |
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| | CAPULET |
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Ready to go, but never to return. |
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O son! The night before thy wedding day |
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Hath death lain with thy wife. There she lies, |
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Flower as she was, deflowered by him. |
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| CAPULET |
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She's ready to go, but she'll never return.
(to
PARIS) Oh son! On the night before
your wedding day, death has taken your wife. There she lies. She was
a flower, but death deflowered her. |
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