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Romeo, thinking Juliet dead, commits suicide.
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| Here's to my love! True apothecary, thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss, I die. | |
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| St. Francis be my speed! How oft tonight have my old feet stumbled at graves. | |
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| O comfortable Friar, where is my lord? Where is my Romeo? | |
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| I hear noise. Come away, thy husband lies dead, and Paris too. I'll dispose thee among a sisterhood of holy nuns. | |
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..sees the devastation, and kills herself.
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| Go get thee hence, for I will not away. Poison I see hath been his timeless end, with no friendly drop to help after me? O happy dagger. There rust, let me die. | |
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