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 I feelan inupportable weight on my heart.

Horrid treachery! Wretch that I am! Would to Heaven I had never been born, ince I am become the intrument of your death! Ah! my dear mitres! compoe yourelf, I am going to fetch ome body to your aitance.

Stay, Celia; do not diturb my lat moments; I die atisfied, ince I have lived faithful to my dear Romeo. When you ee him, tell him that I have not in the leat dihonoured the name of his wife; tell him, that I carry my love for him with me to the grave; tell him, that I expire pronouncing his name;—may he remember me; but may he conole himelf;may he live many happy years.Ah! Celia!Adieu, dear Romeo. Rh