In which an Aping Braggart and
The Lady Mouth go down equally and in earnest.
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Rachel Kimsey Michael Healey
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Do not you love me?
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Why, no more than reason.
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Then...you do not love me.
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No truly, but in friendly recompense.
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Come Juliet, you know you love the gentleman.
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Come, but I take thee for pity.
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I would stop your mouth.
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Slow down, big rooster-booster.
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It's time for a rewrite...
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of this time-worn plot.
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Hey...hey...hey...nonny...nonny!
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