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"If I may trust
the flattering truth of sleep,
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my dreams presage
some joyful news at hand.
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My bosom's lord
sits lightly in his throne,
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and all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts
me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
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I dreamed my lady came
and found me dead-
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strange dream that gives
a dead man leave to think! -
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and breathed such life with kisses in my lips
that I revived and was an emperor.
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Ah me,
how sweet is love itself possessed
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when but love's shadows
are so rich in joy."
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"O Romeo, Romeo,
wherefore art thou Romeo?
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Deny thy father and refuse thy name,
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or, if thou wilt not,
be but sworn my love
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and I'll no longer be a Capulet.
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'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
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Thou art thyself,
though not a Montague.
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What's Montague?
:50:05
It is nor hand, nor foot,
nor arm, nor face,
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nor any other part belonging to a man."
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Take her.
You won't find anybody better.
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Very nice, Miss Monteil.
Thank you.
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She's perfect.
:50:15
No more of your excuses.
We've got you now.
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She'd be perfect
if she were the right age.
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Juliet is 14.
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It's right here in the text.
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- This is too much.
- What do we do now?
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Go on auditioning?
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- Anne Larrieu?
- That's me.
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Good morning. Shall I begin?
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Go ahead.
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"Thou knowest
the mask of night is on my face.
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Else would a maiden blush
be paint my cheek
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for that which thou
hast heard me speak tonight.
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Fain would I dwell on form.
Dost thou love me?
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I know thou wiltsay "aye,"
and I will take thy word.
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Yet if thou swearest-"
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That'll be all.
Thank you very much.