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| Lord Montague, I have a request to make of you. | |
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| Thou art a fine, upstanding young man and a dear friend of my son Romeo. You need do naught but ask. | |
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| I wish to marry your son. | |
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| I humbly beseech thee to go fucketh thyself. | |
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| I suggest you leave before I beseech mine foot up thy ass. | |
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