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Enter NURSE
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Enter NURSE
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NURSE Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet!—Fast, I warrant her, she.—
Why, lamb! Why, lady! Fie, you slug-a-bed.
Why, love, I say. Madam! Sweet-heart! Why, bride!
What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now.
5 Sleep for a week, for the next night, I warrant,
The County Paris hath set up his rest
That you shall rest but little.—God forgive me,
Marry, and amen. How sound is she asleep!
I must needs wake her.—Madam, madam, madam!
10 Ay, let the county take you in your bed.
He’ll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?
(opens the bed curtains)
What, dressed and in your clothes, and down again?
I must needs wake you. Lady, lady, lady!—
15 Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady’s dead!—
Oh, welladay, that ever I was born!—
Some aqua vitae, ho!—My lord! My lady!
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NURSE Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet!—Fast, I warrant her, she.—
Why, lamb! Why, lady! Fie, you slug-a-bed.
Why, love, I say. Madam! Sweet-heart! Why, bride!
What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now.
Sleep for a week, for the next night, I warrant,
The County Paris hath set up his rest
That you shall rest but little.—God forgive me,
Marry, and amen. How sound is she asleep!
I must needs wake her.—Madam, madam, madam!
Ay, let the county take you in your bed.
He’ll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?
(opens the bed curtains)
What, dressed and in your clothes, and down again?
I must needs wake you. Lady, lady, lady!—
Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady’s dead!—
Oh, welladay, that ever I was born!—
Some aqua vitae, ho!—My lord! My lady!
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Enter LADY CAPULET
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Enter LADY CAPULET
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LADY CAPULET What noise is here?
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LADY CAPULET What noise is here?
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NURSE O lamentable day!
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NURSE O lamentable day!
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LADY CAPULET What is the matter?
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LADY CAPULET What is the matter?
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NURSE Look, look. O heavy day!
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NURSE Look, look. O heavy day!
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LADY CAPULET 20 O me, O me! My child, my only life,
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!—
Help, help! Call help.
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LADY CAPULET O me, O me! My child, my only life,
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!—
Help, help! Call help.
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Enter CAPULET
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Enter CAPULET
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CAPULET For shame, bring Juliet forth. Her lord is come.
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CAPULET For shame, bring Juliet forth. Her lord is come.
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NURSE She’s dead, deceased, she’s dead. Alack the day!
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NURSE She’s dead, deceased, she’s dead. Alack the day!
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LADY CAPULET |
LADY CAPULET |
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CAPULET Ha? Let me see her. Out, alas! She’s cold.
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff.
Life and these lips have long been separated.
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
30 Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
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CAPULET Ha? Let me see her. Out, alas! She’s cold.
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff.
Life and these lips have long been separated.
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
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NURSE O lamentable day!
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NURSE O lamentable day!
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LADY CAPULET O woeful time.
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LADY CAPULET O woeful time.
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CAPULET Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.
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CAPULET Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.
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Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE , County PARIS , and MUSICIANS
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Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE , County PARIS , and MUSICIANS
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FRIAR LAWRENCE Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
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FRIAR LAWRENCE Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
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CAPULET 35 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.
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CAPULET 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.
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Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir.
40 My daughter he hath wedded. I will die,
And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s.
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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.
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PARIS Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,
And doth it give me such a sight as this?
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PARIS Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,
And doth it give me such a sight as this?
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LADY CAPULET Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
45 Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
In lasting labor of his pilgrimage.
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catched it from my sight!
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LADY CAPULET Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
In lasting labor of his pilgrimage.
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catched it from my sight!
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NURSE 50 O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day!
Most lamentable day, most woeful 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.
55 O woeful day, O woeful day!
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NURSE O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day!
Most lamentable day, most woeful 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 woeful day, O woeful day!
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PARIS Beguiled, divorcèd, wrongèd, spited, slain!
Most detestable Death, by thee beguiled,
By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown!
O love! O life! Not life, but love in death.
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PARIS Beguiled, divorcèd, wrongèd, spited, slain!
Most detestable Death, by thee beguiled,
By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown!
O love! O life! Not life, but love in death.
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CAPULET 60 Despised, distressèd, hated, martyred, killed!
Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now
To murder, murder our solemnity?
O child, O child! My soul, and not my child!
Dead art thou! Alack, my child is dead,
65 And with my child my joys are buried.
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CAPULET Despised, distressèd, hated, martyred, killed!
Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now
To murder, murder our solemnity?
O child, O child! My soul, and not my child!
Dead art thou! Alack, my child is dead,
And with my child my joys are buried.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE Peace, ho, for shame! Confusion’s cure lives not
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid. Now heaven hath all,
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FRIAR LAWRENCE Peace, ho, for shame! Confusion’s cure lives not
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid. Now heaven hath all,
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And all the better is it for the maid.
70 Your part in her you could not keep from death,
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
The most you sought was her promotion,
For ’twas your heaven she should be advanced.
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced
75 Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
Oh, in this love, you love your child so ill
That you run mad, seeing that she is well.
She’s not well married that lives married long,
But she’s best married that dies married young.
80 Dry up your tears and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse, and, as the custom is,
And in her best array, bear her to church.
For though some nature bids us all lament,
Yet nature’s tears are reason’s merriment.
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And all the better is it for the maid.
Your part in her you could not keep from death,
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
The most you sought was her promotion,
For ’twas your heaven she should be advanced.
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
Oh, in this love, you love your child so ill
That you run mad, seeing that she is well.
She’s not well married that lives married long,
But she’s best married that dies married young.
Dry up your tears and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse, and, as the custom is,
And in her best array, bear her to church.
For though some nature bids us all lament,
Yet nature’s tears are reason’s merriment.
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CAPULET 85 All things that we ordained festival
Turn from their office to black funeral.
Our instruments to melancholy bells,
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast.
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
90 Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.
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CAPULET All things that we ordained festival
Turn from their office to black funeral.
Our instruments to melancholy bells,
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast.
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE Sir, go you in, and, madam, go with him;
And go, Sir Paris. Every one prepare
To follow this fair corse unto her grave.
95 The heavens do lour upon you for some ill.
Move them no more by crossing their high will.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE Sir, go you in, and, madam, go with him;
And go, Sir Paris. Every one prepare
To follow this fair corse unto her grave.
The heavens do lour upon you for some ill.
Move them no more by crossing their high will.
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Exeunt CAPULET , LADY CAPULET , PARIS , and FRIAR LAWRENCE
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Exeunt CAPULET , LADY CAPULET , PARIS , and FRIAR LAWRENCE
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FIRST MUSICIAN Faith, we may put up our pipes and be gone.
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FIRST MUSICIAN Faith, we may put up our pipes and be gone.
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NURSE Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up,
For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
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NURSE Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up,
For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
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Exit
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Exit
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FIRST MUSICIAN 100 Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
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FIRST MUSICIAN Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
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Enter PETER
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Enter PETER
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PETER Musicians, O musicians, “Heart’s Ease,” “Heart’s Ease.” O, an you will have me live, play “Heart’s Ease.”
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PETER Musicians, O musicians, “Heart’s Ease,” “Heart’s Ease.” O, an you will have me live, play “Heart’s Ease.”
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FIRST MUSICIAN Why “Heart’s ease?”
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FIRST MUSICIAN Why “Heart’s ease?”
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PETER O musicians, because my heart itself plays “My Heart is Full.” O, play me some merry dump to comfort me.
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PETER O musicians, because my heart itself plays “My Heart is Full.” O, play me some merry dump to comfort me.
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FIRST MUSICIAN Not a dump, we. 'Tis no time to play now.
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FIRST MUSICIAN Not a dump, we. 'Tis no time to play now.
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PETER 105 You will not then?
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PETER You will not then?
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FIRST MUSICIAN No.
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FIRST MUSICIAN No.
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PETER I will then give it you soundly.
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PETER I will then give it you soundly.
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FIRST MUSICIAN What will you give us?
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FIRST MUSICIAN What will you give us?
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PETER No money, on my faith, but the gleek. I will give you the minstrel.
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PETER No money, on my faith, but the gleek. I will give you the minstrel.
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FIRST MUSICIAN 110 Then I will give you the serving creature.
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FIRST MUSICIAN Then I will give you the serving creature.
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PETER Then will I lay the serving creature’s dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets. I’ll re you, I’ll fa you. Do you note me?
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PETER Then will I lay the serving creature’s dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets. I’ll re you, I’ll fa you. Do you note me?
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FIRST MUSICIAN An you re us and fa us, you note us.
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FIRST MUSICIAN An you re us and fa us, you note us.
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SECOND MUSICIAN Pray you, put up your dagger and put out your wit.
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SECOND MUSICIAN Pray you, put up your dagger and put out your wit.
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PETER Then have at you with my wit. I will dry-beat you with an iron wit and put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men.
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PETER Then have at you with my wit. I will dry-beat you with an iron wit and put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men.
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(sings)
When griping grief the heart doth wound
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
Then music with her silver sound—
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(sings)
When griping grief the heart doth wound
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
Then music with her silver sound—
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(speaks) Why “silver sound”? Why “music with her silver sound”? What say you, Simon Catling?
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(speaks) Why “silver sound”? Why “music with her silver sound”? What say you, Simon Catling?
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FIRST MUSICAN 120 Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
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FIRST MUSICAN Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
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PETER Prates.—What say you, Hugh Rebeck?
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PETER Prates.—What say you, Hugh Rebeck?
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SECOND MUSICIAN I say, “silver sound” because musicians sound for silver.
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SECOND MUSICIAN I say, “silver sound” because musicians sound for silver.
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PETER Prates too.—What say you, James Soundpost?
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PETER Prates too.—What say you, James Soundpost?
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THIRD MUSICIAN Faith, I know not what to say.
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THIRD MUSICIAN Faith, I know not what to say.
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(sings)
Then music with her silver sound
With speedy help doth lend redress.
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(sings)
Then music with her silver sound
With speedy help doth lend redress.
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Exit PETER
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Exit PETER
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FIRST MUSICIAN What a pestilent knave is this same!
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FIRST MUSICIAN What a pestilent knave is this same!
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SECOND MUSICIAN Hang him, Jack! Come, we’ll in here, tarry for the mourners and stay dinner.
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SECOND MUSICIAN Hang him, Jack! Come, we’ll in here, tarry for the mourners and stay dinner.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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Enter NURSE
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Enter NURSE
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NURSE Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet!—Fast, I warrant her, she.—
Why, lamb! Why, lady! Fie, you slug-a-bed.
Why, love, I say. Madam! Sweet-heart! Why, bride!
What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now.
5 Sleep for a week, for the next night, I warrant,
The County Paris hath set up his rest
That you shall rest but little.—God forgive me,
Marry, and amen. How sound is she asleep!
I must needs wake her.—Madam, madam, madam!
10 Ay, let the county take you in your bed.
He’ll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?
(opens the bed curtains)
What, dressed and in your clothes, and down again?
I must needs wake you. Lady, lady, lady!—
15 Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady’s dead!—
Oh, welladay, that ever I was born!—
Some aqua vitae, ho!—My lord! My lady!
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NURSE Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet!—Fast, I warrant her, she.—
Why, lamb! Why, lady! Fie, you slug-a-bed.
Why, love, I say. Madam! Sweet-heart! Why, bride!
What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now.
Sleep for a week, for the next night, I warrant,
The County Paris hath set up his rest
That you shall rest but little.—God forgive me,
Marry, and amen. How sound is she asleep!
I must needs wake her.—Madam, madam, madam!
Ay, let the county take you in your bed.
He’ll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?
(opens the bed curtains)
What, dressed and in your clothes, and down again?
I must needs wake you. Lady, lady, lady!—
Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady’s dead!—
Oh, welladay, that ever I was born!—
Some aqua vitae, ho!—My lord! My lady!
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Enter LADY CAPULET
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Enter LADY CAPULET
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LADY CAPULET What noise is here?
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LADY CAPULET What noise is here?
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NURSE O lamentable day!
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NURSE O lamentable day!
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LADY CAPULET What is the matter?
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LADY CAPULET What is the matter?
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NURSE Look, look. O heavy day!
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NURSE Look, look. O heavy day!
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LADY CAPULET 20 O me, O me! My child, my only life,
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!—
Help, help! Call help.
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LADY CAPULET O me, O me! My child, my only life,
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!—
Help, help! Call help.
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Enter CAPULET
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Enter CAPULET
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CAPULET For shame, bring Juliet forth. Her lord is come.
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CAPULET For shame, bring Juliet forth. Her lord is come.
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NURSE She’s dead, deceased, she’s dead. Alack the day!
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NURSE She’s dead, deceased, she’s dead. Alack the day!
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LADY CAPULET |
LADY CAPULET |
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CAPULET Ha? Let me see her. Out, alas! She’s cold.
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff.
Life and these lips have long been separated.
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
30 Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
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CAPULET Ha? Let me see her. Out, alas! She’s cold.
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff.
Life and these lips have long been separated.
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
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NURSE O lamentable day!
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NURSE O lamentable day!
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LADY CAPULET O woeful time.
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LADY CAPULET O woeful time.
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CAPULET Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.
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CAPULET Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.
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Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE , County PARIS , and MUSICIANS
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Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE , County PARIS , and MUSICIANS
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FRIAR LAWRENCE Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
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FRIAR LAWRENCE Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
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CAPULET 35 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.
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CAPULET 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.
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Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir.
40 My daughter he hath wedded. I will die,
And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s.
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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.
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PARIS Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,
And doth it give me such a sight as this?
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PARIS Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,
And doth it give me such a sight as this?
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LADY CAPULET Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
45 Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
In lasting labor of his pilgrimage.
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catched it from my sight!
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LADY CAPULET Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
In lasting labor of his pilgrimage.
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catched it from my sight!
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NURSE 50 O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day!
Most lamentable day, most woeful 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.
55 O woeful day, O woeful day!
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NURSE O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day!
Most lamentable day, most woeful 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 woeful day, O woeful day!
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PARIS Beguiled, divorcèd, wrongèd, spited, slain!
Most detestable Death, by thee beguiled,
By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown!
O love! O life! Not life, but love in death.
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PARIS Beguiled, divorcèd, wrongèd, spited, slain!
Most detestable Death, by thee beguiled,
By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown!
O love! O life! Not life, but love in death.
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CAPULET 60 Despised, distressèd, hated, martyred, killed!
Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now
To murder, murder our solemnity?
O child, O child! My soul, and not my child!
Dead art thou! Alack, my child is dead,
65 And with my child my joys are buried.
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CAPULET Despised, distressèd, hated, martyred, killed!
Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now
To murder, murder our solemnity?
O child, O child! My soul, and not my child!
Dead art thou! Alack, my child is dead,
And with my child my joys are buried.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE Peace, ho, for shame! Confusion’s cure lives not
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid. Now heaven hath all,
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FRIAR LAWRENCE Peace, ho, for shame! Confusion’s cure lives not
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid. Now heaven hath all,
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And all the better is it for the maid.
70 Your part in her you could not keep from death,
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
The most you sought was her promotion,
For ’twas your heaven she should be advanced.
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced
75 Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
Oh, in this love, you love your child so ill
That you run mad, seeing that she is well.
She’s not well married that lives married long,
But she’s best married that dies married young.
80 Dry up your tears and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse, and, as the custom is,
And in her best array, bear her to church.
For though some nature bids us all lament,
Yet nature’s tears are reason’s merriment.
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And all the better is it for the maid.
Your part in her you could not keep from death,
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
The most you sought was her promotion,
For ’twas your heaven she should be advanced.
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
Oh, in this love, you love your child so ill
That you run mad, seeing that she is well.
She’s not well married that lives married long,
But she’s best married that dies married young.
Dry up your tears and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse, and, as the custom is,
And in her best array, bear her to church.
For though some nature bids us all lament,
Yet nature’s tears are reason’s merriment.
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CAPULET 85 All things that we ordained festival
Turn from their office to black funeral.
Our instruments to melancholy bells,
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast.
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
90 Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.
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CAPULET All things that we ordained festival
Turn from their office to black funeral.
Our instruments to melancholy bells,
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast.
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE Sir, go you in, and, madam, go with him;
And go, Sir Paris. Every one prepare
To follow this fair corse unto her grave.
95 The heavens do lour upon you for some ill.
Move them no more by crossing their high will.
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FRIAR LAWRENCE Sir, go you in, and, madam, go with him;
And go, Sir Paris. Every one prepare
To follow this fair corse unto her grave.
The heavens do lour upon you for some ill.
Move them no more by crossing their high will.
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Exeunt CAPULET , LADY CAPULET , PARIS , and FRIAR LAWRENCE
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Exeunt CAPULET , LADY CAPULET , PARIS , and FRIAR LAWRENCE
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FIRST MUSICIAN Faith, we may put up our pipes and be gone.
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FIRST MUSICIAN Faith, we may put up our pipes and be gone.
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NURSE Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up,
For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
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NURSE Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up,
For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
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Exit
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Exit
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FIRST MUSICIAN 100 Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
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FIRST MUSICIAN Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
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Enter PETER
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Enter PETER
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PETER Musicians, O musicians, “Heart’s Ease,” “Heart’s Ease.” O, an you will have me live, play “Heart’s Ease.”
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PETER Musicians, O musicians, “Heart’s Ease,” “Heart’s Ease.” O, an you will have me live, play “Heart’s Ease.”
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FIRST MUSICIAN Why “Heart’s ease?”
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FIRST MUSICIAN Why “Heart’s ease?”
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PETER O musicians, because my heart itself plays “My Heart is Full.” O, play me some merry dump to comfort me.
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PETER O musicians, because my heart itself plays “My Heart is Full.” O, play me some merry dump to comfort me.
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FIRST MUSICIAN Not a dump, we. 'Tis no time to play now.
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FIRST MUSICIAN Not a dump, we. 'Tis no time to play now.
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PETER 105 You will not then?
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PETER You will not then?
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FIRST MUSICIAN No.
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FIRST MUSICIAN No.
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PETER I will then give it you soundly.
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PETER I will then give it you soundly.
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FIRST MUSICIAN What will you give us?
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FIRST MUSICIAN What will you give us?
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PETER No money, on my faith, but the gleek. I will give you the minstrel.
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PETER No money, on my faith, but the gleek. I will give you the minstrel.
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FIRST MUSICIAN 110 Then I will give you the serving creature.
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FIRST MUSICIAN Then I will give you the serving creature.
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PETER Then will I lay the serving creature’s dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets. I’ll re you, I’ll fa you. Do you note me?
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PETER Then will I lay the serving creature’s dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets. I’ll re you, I’ll fa you. Do you note me?
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FIRST MUSICIAN An you re us and fa us, you note us.
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FIRST MUSICIAN An you re us and fa us, you note us.
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SECOND MUSICIAN Pray you, put up your dagger and put out your wit.
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SECOND MUSICIAN Pray you, put up your dagger and put out your wit.
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PETER Then have at you with my wit. I will dry-beat you with an iron wit and put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men.
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PETER Then have at you with my wit. I will dry-beat you with an iron wit and put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men.
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(sings)
When griping grief the heart doth wound
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
Then music with her silver sound—
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(sings)
When griping grief the heart doth wound
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
Then music with her silver sound—
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(speaks) Why “silver sound”? Why “music with her silver sound”? What say you, Simon Catling?
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(speaks) Why “silver sound”? Why “music with her silver sound”? What say you, Simon Catling?
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FIRST MUSICAN 120 Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
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FIRST MUSICAN Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
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PETER Prates.—What say you, Hugh Rebeck?
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PETER Prates.—What say you, Hugh Rebeck?
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SECOND MUSICIAN I say, “silver sound” because musicians sound for silver.
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SECOND MUSICIAN I say, “silver sound” because musicians sound for silver.
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PETER Prates too.—What say you, James Soundpost?
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PETER Prates too.—What say you, James Soundpost?
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THIRD MUSICIAN Faith, I know not what to say.
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THIRD MUSICIAN Faith, I know not what to say.
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PETER |
PETER |
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(sings)
Then music with her silver sound
With speedy help doth lend redress.
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(sings)
Then music with her silver sound
With speedy help doth lend redress.
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Exit PETER
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Exit PETER
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FIRST MUSICIAN What a pestilent knave is this same!
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FIRST MUSICIAN What a pestilent knave is this same!
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SECOND MUSICIAN Hang him, Jack! Come, we’ll in here, tarry for the mourners and stay dinner.
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SECOND MUSICIAN Hang him, Jack! Come, we’ll in here, tarry for the mourners and stay dinner.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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