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 Julia is there; and if she be not dead She'll be alive, and you may safely wed.

What force have they within the castle walls?

I did most carefully observe, and know They mov'd their cannon to the wood below: Ours is at hand; and here's my weapon trusty, Too often drawn to let the blade get rusty. I think I'll fight—if courage fail not then, Of victory be sure! Set on like men!

Oh, father! spare me for my Romeo's sake!

'Tis Julia's voice makes music 'mid the trees: No sounds so sweet, so exquisite as these, Fall on the listening ear of those who love, Like echo of an angel's voice above.

Julia is dead, and I but now have slain her! Fit expiation of her fatal sin