The Prince:
Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! And I, for winking at your discords too, Have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punished.
The Prince:
[Steps forward]
All are punished!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:48