O, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo!
Romeo. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
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Juliet. O, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
Romeo. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come.
Juliet. O God, [I have an ill-divining soul]!
Methinks I see thee, now thou art [below],