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V. iii.: Paris lays flowers on Juliet; his page warns him that someone is coming.
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| Sweet flower, thy bridal bed I strew. Nightly shall be to strew thy grave...somebody is coming, I must hither. | |
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Romeo, back in Verona, asks for Balthazar's help.
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| Give me that mattock and wrenching iron. Hold take this letter to my father. | |
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Romeo encounters Paris; kills him.
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| This is that banished Montague that murdered by love's cousin. | |
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| Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee boy! | |
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