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AN INSPECTOR
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CALLS
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heavy looking,
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rather portentous man in his middle fifties
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rather provincial
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in his speech
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unsinkable,
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absolutely unsinkable
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I ought to
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warn you that he's an old friend of mine
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Finchley told me it's
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exactly the same port your father gets from him
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just the kind
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of son in law I always wanted
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nobody
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wants you to
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lower costs
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and higher prices
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they'd soon be
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asking for the Earth
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downright
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public scandal
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the whole
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thing's different now
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rather cold
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woman and her husband's social superior
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behaving like a
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hysterical child tonight
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they're just
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overtired
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you're not the type -
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you don't get drunk
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only
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a boy
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we've done a great deal
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of useful work in helping deserving cases
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I think she had
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only herself to blame
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It's disgusting
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to me
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disgusting
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affair
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girls of
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that class
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in the circumstances
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I think I was justified
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I did nothing
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that I'm ashamed of
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in the morning they'll
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be as amused as we are
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now I really
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feel engaged
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very pleased
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with life
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rather
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excited
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oh, how
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horrible
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those girls aren't
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cheap labour - they're people
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was it an
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accident
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oh, I wish
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you hadn't told me
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I felt rotten
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about it at the time
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I was in
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a furious temper
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it was an idea
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all of my own
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he's giving us
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the rope - so that we'll hang ourselves
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if it didn't end tragically, then that's lucky for us.
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but it might have done
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nothing to be sorry for,
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nothing to learn
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the famous
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younger generation who know it all
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not quite
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at ease
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half shy
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half assertive
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he pushes it
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towards Eric
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could I
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have a drink first
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familiarity with
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quick, heavy drinking
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not the kind of
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father a chap can go to when he's in trouble
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she was pretty
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and a good sport
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I'm old enough to be married, aren't I,
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and I'm not married
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hate these
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fat old tarts
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I got it -
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from the office
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whoever that chap was,
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the fact remains that I did what I did
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the one I knew
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is dead
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it frightens
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me too
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attractive chap about thirty,
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rather too manly to be a dandy
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easy, well-bred
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young man about town
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I don't
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pretend to know much about it
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is it the one
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you wanted me to have
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too soon -
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I must think
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young
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and pretty
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I became at once
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the most important person in her life
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Miss Birling ought to be
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excused any more of this questioning
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you think
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young women ought to be protected against unpleasant and disturbing things
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I was interested
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and friendly
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I'm rather more - upset -
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by this business than I might appear to be
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how about
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this ring
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lively good-looking girl,
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country bred
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she'd had a lot to say - far too much -
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so she had to go
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this girl, Eva Smith,
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was one of them
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she was a very
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pretty girl too - with big dark eyes
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I hate those
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hard eyed dough faced women
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very pretty -
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soft brown hair and big dark eyes
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nearly any
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man would've done
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state where
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a chap easily turns nasty
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in the circumstances
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I think I was justified
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there are millions and millions and millions
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of Eva Smiths and John Smiths still left with us
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burnt her
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inside out, of course
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burnt out
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on a slab
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creates at once an impression of
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massiveness, solidity and purposefulness
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a chain
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of events
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it's better to
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ask for the Earth than to take it
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it would do us all a bit of good if
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sometimes we tried to put ourselves in the place of these young women
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a pretty, lively sort of girl
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who never did anybody any harm
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if there's nothing else,
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we have to share our guilt
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remember
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what you did
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ROMEO AND
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JULIET
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takes Romeo's dagger,
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stabs herself
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Juliet is
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the Sun
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young men's love then lies
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not truly in their hearts but in their eyes
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I would I were
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thy bird
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I must love
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a loathed enemy
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alack the day,
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she's dead, she's dead, she's dead
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do as thou wilt,
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for I have done with thee
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I neither know it
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nor can learn of him
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I can tell her
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age unto an hour
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my good
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son
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the quarrel is between
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our masters, and us their men
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a plague a'
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both your houses
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all are
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punish'd
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glooming
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peace
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peace? I hate
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the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues and thee
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what sadness
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lengthens Romeo's hours
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we must
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have you dance
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calm, dishonourable
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vile submission
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I was hurt
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under your arm
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ancient
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grudge
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there is no world
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without Verona walls
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a rose by any
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other name would smell as sweet
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serpent heart, hid with
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a flow'ring face
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shall I speak ill
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of him that is my husband?
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hath not
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seen the change of fourteen years
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unworthy
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as she is
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I would the fool
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were married to her grave
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if all else fail,
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myself have power to die
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these hot days,
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is the mad blood stirring
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make it a
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word and a blow
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beat down
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their weapons
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what wouldst
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thou have from me
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too rash,
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too unadvised, too sudden
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I could not
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send it
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I defy
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you, stars
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as one dead
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in the bottom of a tomb
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nought
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could remove
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thou consent
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to marry us today
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wisely and slow,
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they stumble that run fast
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send me
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word tomorrow
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thy drugs
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are quick
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then I'll
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be brief
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the yoke of
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inauspicious stars
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one that
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you love
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younger than she
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are happy mothers made
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within these three hours
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will fair Juliet wake
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living corse
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clos'd in a dead man's tomb
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heaven finds means
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to kill your joys with love
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out of her favour
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where I am in love
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do I
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live dead
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the doors of breath
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seal with a righteous kiss
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thus with a
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kiss I die
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past hope,
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past cure, past help
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bid me leap,
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rather than marry Paris
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falls on Romeo's
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body and dies
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I'll be hang'd, sir,
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if he wear your livery
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fire eyed fury be
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my conduct now
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O, I am
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fortune's fool
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that one word 'banished'
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hath slain ten thousand Tybalts
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with their death
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bury their parents' strife
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it is an honour
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that I dream not of
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I was your mother
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much upon these years
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I serve as
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good a man as you
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a crutch, a crutch! Why
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call you for a sword?
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nothing may
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prorogue it
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come, I'll
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dispose of thee
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fatal loins
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of these two foes
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I dreamt my lady
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came and found me dead
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crimson in thy
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lips and cheeks
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poor Romeo
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he is already dead
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wilt thou
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leave me so unsatisfied?
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I have forgot
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that name
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for doting,
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not for loving, pupil mine
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the bawdy hand of the dial
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is now upon the prick of noon
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saucy
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merchant
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thrust his
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maids to the wall
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why then is
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my pump well flowered
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