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 Let my warm blood like water flow: each drop That ebbs shall leave thy dying daughter pure And still more constant to her Romeo. In death a corse of Romeo's second self— My lover and my lord, for whom this heart Alone doth beat. His love he rescued from a living grave: If that be crime, then let my bosom feel But as the magnet to attract thy steel.

Silence, unduteous child! thy base intent Demands a quick and deadly punishment.

He rushes forward to stab Julia, but Count Paris interposes.

Hold! hold! Capelete! Slay her not—forbear! Although unworthy thy fond love to share. I love, alas! and would not shed her blood! That steel will not efface the love which fills So full her maiden heart. Loving as I must love, I know how deep The wound, and how oblivion, though she's woo'd, Still comes not at our call. I would not seek to wed another's love; Love is not love, save it doth share alike.