These violent delights have violent ends , O happy dagger, It is the east, and Juliet is the sun, My child is yet a stranger in the world, My only love sprung from my only hate, Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed, Disobedient wretch!, Talk of peace? I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues , I defy you, stars!.

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