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ROMEO AND JULIET. 115 Hath Death lain with thy wife. See, there she lies, Flower as she was, deflower'd by him. Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir ; My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's. Paris. Have I thought long to see this morning's face,. And doth it give me such a sight as this ? Lady Cajjulet. Accurst, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour that e'er time saw In lasting labor of his pilgrimage ! But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, But one thing to rejoice and solace in. And cruel death hath catch 'd it from my sight ! Nurse. woe ! woful, woful, woful day ! Most lamentable day, most woful day, That ever, ever, I did yet behold ! day ! day ! day ! hateful day ! Never was seen so black a day as this : woful day, woful day ! Paris. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain ! Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd. By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown!- love ! life ! not life, but love in death ! Ca'pulet. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd \ Uncomfortable time, why cam'st thou now To murder, murder our solemnity ? —