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1112	Shakespeare, William	The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet			.txt	text/plain	26475	4001	101	Rom. What, shall I groan and tell thee? Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad? Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I. Rom. I take thee at thy word. Jul. What man art thou that, thus bescreen'd in night, Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it. Rom. I'll tell thee ere thou ask it me again. Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? Jul. Now, good sweet nurseO Lord, why look'st thou sad? Jul. I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news. Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, Jul. Art thou gone so, my lord, my love, my friend? Jul. Speak'st thou this from thy heart? To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead.	./cache/1112.txt	./txt/1112.txt