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| What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee, coward! | |
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| Clubs, bills, and partisans! Strike! Beat them down! Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues! | |
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| What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho! | |
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| A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword? | |
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| My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,And flourishes his blade in spite of me. | |
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