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IV. I.: Friar Lawrence finds that Paris is marrying Juliet on Thursday.
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| On Thursday, sir. That's very short. | |
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| Come you to make confession to this father? | |
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| To answer that, I should confess you! | |
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Friar Lawrence give Juliet a magic sleeping potion.
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| Here. Take this potion. It will make thy bones stiff, and thy blood set. On Wednesday, sleep by thyself. | |
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| Love give me strength. Farewell! | |
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