Romeo and Juliet
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- forswear it, sight!For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
- This, by his voice, should be a Montague.Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slaveCome hither, cover'd with an antic face?
- Be quiet, or—More light, more light! For shame!I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!
- You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
- He shall be endured: What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;Am I the master here, or you? go to.
- Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
- I will withdraw: but this intrusion shallNow seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.
- But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
- Ay me!
- Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
- My ears have not yet drunk a hundred wordsOf that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
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