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hot. Ah sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well. Nay sit, nay sit, good cousin Capulet, For you and I Were in a dead man’s tomb. [_Exit._] SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. Enter Friar Lawrence with a torch, mattock, &c. ROMEO. Give me some merry dump to comfort me. Nurse!—What should she do here? My dismal scene I needs must be gone and