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| May God pardon him! I do, with all my heart. And yet no man could make my heart grieve like he does. | |
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| We’ll have revenge for it. Don’t worry about that. Stop crying. I’ll send a man to Mantua, where that exiled rogue is living. Our man will poison Romeo’s drink, and Romeo will join Tybalt in d | |
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| I’ll never be satisfied with Romeo until I see him . . . dead—dead is how my poor heart feels when I think about my poor cousin. Madam, if you can find a man to deliver the poison, I | |
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| Find out the way, and I’ll find the right man. But now I have joyful news for you, girl. | |
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| And it’s good to have joy in such a joyless time. What’s the news? Please tell me. | |
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