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I.i.: Trouble arises on the streets of Verona between the Montagues and Capulets
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| Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? | |
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Montague asks his nephew, Benvolio, about the fight.
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| Who set this quarrel abroach? Were you here when it began? | |
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| The servants of your advesary were fighting ours. I drew to them, then Tybalth breathed defiance to my ears. | |
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Romeo--a Montague--tells Benvolio about his new love, Rosaline.
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| Groan, why no. But sadly, tell me who. | |
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| Bid a sickman in sadness. In sadness, I do love a woman. | |
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