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Los Bandos de Verona.
Julia.
My love's as steadfast as my will is firm,
Though all the Capeletes say me nay.
Romeo.
Sweet Julia! loving, trusting heart! No sire,
No fate shall ever change my soul's desire.
Julia.
Should time e'er make you changeling, Romeo,
I'd rather———
Romeo.
What?
Julia.
That you had hated than forgotten me.
Romeo.
Is then the fiercest hate of those we fondly love
Better than dark oblivion's shade?
Julia.
Your poor opinion lacketh wit, methinks,
And wisdom, too; for he who fiercely hates
Despises, but forgets not.
