'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
- William Shakespeare
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Romeo.
And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.
Juliet.
'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
And yet no farther than a wanton's bird;
That lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted…