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“O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!”

“I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers could not, with all their quantity of …”

“for Mercutio's soulIs but a little way above our heads,Staying for thine to kee…”

“How yet resolves the governor of the town?This is the latest parle we will admi…”