"As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,

I dreamt my master and another fought,

And that my master slew him."

-Act 5, Scene 3

 

"Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!

See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,

That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.

And I for winking at your discords too

Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd."

-Act 5, Scene 3

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