Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir My daughter he hath wedded: I will die, And leave him all life, living, all is Death's. There she lies, Flower as she was, deflowered by him. O son! the night before thy wedding-day Hath Death lain with thy wife.
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians FRIAR LAURENCE Come, is the bride ready to go to church? CAPULET Ready to go, but never to return.
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