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Juliet. Villain and he be many miles asunder.—
God pardon him! I do, with all my heart;
And yet no man [like he] doth grieve my heart.
Lady Capulet. That is, because the traitor murtherer lives.
Juliet. [Ay, madam,] from the reach of these my hands.
Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!
Lady Capulet. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not;
Then weep no more. I'll send to one [in Mantua],
Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,