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: O lamentable day! Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
: Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe! Lord Capulet
: Hmmm? Tybalt
: A villain that hath come in spite / To scorn at our solemnity this night! Lord Capulet
: Young Romeo, is it?
: Capulet. Montague. See what a scourge is laid upon your hate that heaven finds means to kill your joys with love. Capulet
: Brother Montague, give me thy hand. Montague
: But I can give thee more, for I will raise her statue in pure gold, that while Verona by that name is known there shall be no figure at such rate be set, as that of true and faithful Juliet. Capulet
: As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie, poor sacrifices of our enmity. Prince
: Never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.