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’Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here, Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not. [...]
TYBALT: (To MERCUTIO) What Thou What Thou O, Hark, This I'll
MERCUTIO: Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.