In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face. Mercutio's friend, noble Paris! What did that man say when he betossed my soul. Did we not watch as he did the deed? I think he told me Paris should have married Juliet: Did he not say so? or did I dream it so or am I just crazy, hearing him say the name Juliet. To think it was so? Please give me your hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! I'll bury you in a triumphant grave. No! A lantern, slaughter'd youth, for here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes this vault a feasting presence full of light. Death, lie right here there, by a dead man's fate.
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