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| "For shame, bring forth Juliet; her lord is coming." | |
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| "She's dead, deceased; she's dead! Alack the day!" | |
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| "Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead. " | |
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| "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 field." | |
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