| I wasn't being disobedient. I was saying how i felt. Im NOT going to marry Paris. |
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| Im never going to be sorry. You're the one who is trying to force me to marry Paris. You will never "rule" me ever again. |
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| Pardon, I beseech you. Henceforward I am ever ruled by you. | |
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| Paris. Yuck. I can't stand him! I'll never love him. The only person I love is my husband Romeo. |
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| I met the youthful lord at Lawrence' cell and gave him what becomed love I might, not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. | |
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