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The Constable finds Paris, Juliet, and Romeo dead.
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| This is the place. There, where the torch doth burn. | |
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| The ground is bloody. Search about the churchyard. Go, some of you: who e'er you find, attach. Here lies the County slain, and Juliet newly dead. Go tell the Prince. Run to the Capulets and Montagues. | |
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The Capulets and Montagues make peace.
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| O brother, Montague, give me thy hand. For no more I can demand. | |
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| But I can give you more. For I will raise Juliet's statue in pure gold. While Verona is named its name, no figure should surpass in value thst faithful Juliet. | |
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The Prince looks to the future...
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| A glooming peace this morning with it brings. Go hence to have more talk of these sad things. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo | |
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