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My only love sprung from my only hate! Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks; Moreover, urge his hateful luxury, More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred: Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! I bear no hatred, blessed man; for, lo, Proud can I never be of what I hate; Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick; I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,