Verona. A churchyard; the monument of the Capulets. Enter Romeo and Paris.
             This is that banished haughty Montague,
             That murdered my love's cousin, with which grief
             It is supposed that fair creature died,
             And here is come to do some villainous shame
             To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him.
             Stop thy unhallowed toil vile Montague.
             Can vengance be pursued further than death?
             Condemned villian, I do apprehend thee.
             Obey and go with me, for thou must die.
             I must indeed, and therefor came I hither,
             Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man
             For thou nor any man shall prevent me from being with my love tonight,
             For I shall know not what I do but rather do what I must
             A madman's mercy bid thee, run away.
             For thou hast done my love great injustice.
             Your love she shall never be!
             O Fair Juliet why must thou torture me so
             For even in death thy beauty is paralleled only by the stars in the sky.
             O Lord what great injustice hast thou done to thee
             And no greater crime against me can thou think of.
             For they are blinded by tradition and driven by hatred.
             Soon shall I be with thee and soon shall I once again be merry,
             For to live forth be not true life but hell.
             Ha! you must be jest, a question for the fools is this.
             Fair Juliet, as this vile poison shall pass through thine lips,
             I think not of death, but light, of heavenly divine
             That shall greeteth me once I have gone
             Gentle Romeo, the lord call you not.
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