ACT III.
2. Scene II. A Room in Capulet's House.
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Juliet.
 
Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,
 
When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
 
Take up those cords.  Poor ropes, you are beguil'd,
 
Both you and I; for Romeo is exil'd:
 
He made you for a highway to my bed;
 
But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.
 
Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;
 
And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! 
 
Nurse.
 
Hie to your chamber.  I'll find Romeo
 
To comfort you: I wot well where he is.
 
Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night:
 
I'll to him; he is hid at Lawrence' cell. 
 
Juliet.
 
O, find him! give this ring to my true knight,
 
And bid him come to take his last farewell.
 
 
[Exeunt.] 
 
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