A greater power than we can contradict
Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead,
And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee
Among a sisterhood of holy nuns.
Stay not to question, for [the watch] is coming;
Come, go, good Juliet. [Noise again.]—I dare no longer stay.
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Juliet. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. [Exit Friar Laurence.
What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand?