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The hateful mansion. Nay, then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee, Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; But thankful even for hate that is meant love. Some say he's mad; others, that lesser hate him, Nay, then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag. More hateful to mine ear.