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 And I for winking at your dicords too, Haue lot a brae of Kinmen, all are punht.

Cap. O brother Mountague, giue me thy hand, This is my daughters ioynture, for no more Can I demand.

Moun. But I can giue thee more, For I will raye her tatue in pure gold, That whiles Uerona by that name is knowne, There hall no figure at that rate be et, As that of true and faithfull Iuliet.

Cap. As rich hall Romeos by his Ladies lie, Poore Sacrifices of our enmitie.

Prin. A glooming peace this morning with it brings, The Sun for orrow will not hew his head: Goe hence to haue more talke of thee ad things. Some hall be pardoned, and ome punihed. For neuer was a Storie of more woe, Then this of Iuliet and her Romeo.