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| Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford No better term than this,--thou art a villain. | |
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| Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting: villain am I none; Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not. | |
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| Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw. | |
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| I do protest, I never injured thee, But love thee better than thou canst devise, Till thou shalt know the reason of my love: And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender As dearly as my own,-- | |
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