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 Thy blood is mine, but yet 'tis somewhat hotter. In me the stream is coolèd down by age; The soul's enchantments sped. Love you in sooth This Romeo? this traitor of Montesco's kin?

No, my father! (hesitating). Should I say Yes: (aside) His death will the stern forfeit be. Henceforth, Sir, I am silent as the grave.

If thou would'st wed this Romeo, child, My curse should follow such a mad-brain'd choice. Come, say. 'Tis Andrés or the Count?

Since you will have it so, my choice is made.

Good! Good! Well, the Count Paris or Andrés?

For good or ill I love alone young Romeo.

Traitress! What! love our house's bitter foe, Whose sword hath slain our kin? Prepare to die!