Reading The Tragedy of Romeo and Iuliet — William Shakespeare

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Fa.

Hang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch,

I tell thee what, get thee to Church a Thursday,

Or neuer after looke me in the face.

Speake not, reply not, do not answere me.

My fingers itch, wife: we scarce thought vs blest,

That God had lent vs but this onely Child,

But now I see this one is one too much,

And that we haue a curse in hauing her:

Out on her Hilding.

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