Paraphrase the following passage. Paris. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Juliet. The tears have got small victory by that; For it was bad enough before their spite. Paris. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. Juliet. That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; And what I spake, I spake it to my face. Paris. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. Juliet. It may be so, for it is not mine own.

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Adalyn Maldonado

20 December, 20:57

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Stephanie Lee · Answer 1

Poor soul, Juliet. Spite for Paris. The truth only, Pari. My own face, Juliet.