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JUL:
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Wash they his wounds with tears? Mine shall be spent,(135)
When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
Take up those cords. Poor ropes, you are beguil'd,
Both you and I, for Romeo is exil'd.
He made you for a highway to my bed;
But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.(140)
Come, cords; come, Nurse. I'll to my wedding bed;
And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!
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JUL:
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They wash his wounds with tears. My tears shall be spent,
When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
Take up those ropes. Poor ropes, you are deceived,
Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled.
He made you to be a highway to my bed;
But I, a maid, die a maiden and a widow.
Come, ropes; come, nurse; I'll go to my wedding-bed.
And death, not Romeo, take my virginity!
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