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 My love's as steadfast as my will is firm, Though all the Capeletes say me nay.

Sweet Julia! loving, trusting heart! No sire, No fate shall ever change my soul's desire.

Should time e'er make you changeling, Romeo, I'd rather

What?

That you had hated than forgotten me.

Is then the fiercest hate of those we fondly love Better than dark oblivion's shade?

Your poor opinion lacketh wit, methinks, And wisdom, too; for he who fiercely hates Despises, but forgets not.