Tybalt, I beg thee stop thy fretting, I shall not make this my death bed. Thou art too full of honor and too strong of heart for Death to swing his fell scythe o'er this house.
How now, friends? Dear Zach, I beg thee let me hear thy voice, for I would know thou art recovered well.
'Tis a seeming strange day, I think.
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