Juliet: Go ask his name.—If he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding-bed.
Nurse: His name is Romeo, and a Montague, The only son of your great enemy.
Juliet: My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me That I must love a loathèd enemy.
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