Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare p. 105

(The Friar says) I do spy a kind of hope,
Which craves as desperate an execution
As that is desperate which we would prevent.
If, rather than to marry County Paris
Though has the strength of will to slay thyself,
Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
A thing like death to chide away this shame,
That cop’st with death himself to scape from it;
And, if thou dar’st, I’ll give the remedy.

Oh come one. You can’t really count it as spoiling, can you?

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