That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . . That birds would sing and think it were not night.
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?Deny thy father and refuse thy name;Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my loveAnd I'll no longer be a Capulet.
She speaks!
oh! Hi Romeo!
MY EYES!
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