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JULIET: Oh, that such deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace!
NURSE: There is no trust, no honesty in men. All lie. All cheat. Wicked ones, all.
Where's my servant?...Bring me some brandy!
These griefs, these sorrows, these pains make me old. Shame on Romeo!
JULIET: I hope sores cover your tongue for a wish like that! Shame does not belong with Romeo. He deserves only honor, complete honor.
Oh, I was a beast to be angry at him.
NURSE: Will you speak well of the man who killed your cousin?
JULIET: Should I speak ill of my husband?
My poor husband, who will sing your praises when I, your wife of three hours, have mangled your good name?
But why, you villain, did you kill my cousin?
...Because that villain. my cousin, would have killed you. Back, foolish tears.
I cry with joy that Romeo is alive, but should weep with grief that Tybalt is dead.
