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JULIET My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
To Paris 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, living74, all is Death’s.
Thou detestable maw, thou womb45 of death, Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth: Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, And in despite48 I’ll cram thee with more food.
PRINCE A glooming315 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 pardoned, and some punishèd, For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.