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diff --git a/vendor/mikespub/php-epub-meta/test/data/markup.5.xml b/vendor/mikespub/php-epub-meta/test/data/markup.5.xml deleted file mode 100644 index 52e046b5c..000000000 --- a/vendor/mikespub/php-epub-meta/test/data/markup.5.xml +++ /dev/null @@ -1,860 +0,0 @@ -<div> - <h3>SCENE I. A public place.</h3> - <div> - - <p>Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants</p> - - - <p> - <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire: - <br /> - The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, - <br /> - And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl; - <br /> - For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Thou art like one of those fellows that when he - <br /> - enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword - <br /> - upon the table and says 'God send me no need of - <br /> - thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws - <br /> - it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Am I like such a fellow? - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as - <br /> - any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as - <br /> - soon moody to be moved. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>And what to? - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Nay, an there were two such, we should have none - <br /> - shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why, - <br /> - thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, - <br /> - or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou - <br /> - wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no - <br /> - other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what - <br /> - eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? - <br /> - Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of - <br /> - meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as - <br /> - an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a - <br /> - man for coughing in the street, because he hath - <br /> - wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun: - <br /> - didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing - <br /> - his new doublet before Easter? with another, for - <br /> - tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou - <br /> - wilt tutor me from quarrelling! - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man - <br /> - should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a - quarter. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>The fee-simple! O simple! - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>By my head, here come the Capulets. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>By my heel, I care not. - <br /> - </p> - <p>Enter TYBALT and others</p> - - - <p> - <strong>TYBALT</strong> - </p> - - <p>Follow me close, for I will speak to them. - <br /> - Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>And but one word with one of us? couple it with - <br /> - something; make it a word and a blow. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>TYBALT</strong> - </p> - - <p>You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you - <br /> - will give me occasion. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Could you not take some occasion without giving? - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>TYBALT</strong> - </p> - - <p>Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,— - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an - <br /> - thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but - <br /> - discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall - <br /> - make you dance. 'Zounds, consort! - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>We talk here in the public haunt of men: - <br /> - Either withdraw unto some private place, - <br /> - And reason coldly of your grievances, - <br /> - Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; - <br /> - I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. - <br /> - </p> - <p>Enter ROMEO</p> - - - <p> - <strong>TYBALT</strong> - </p> - - <p>Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery: - <br /> - Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; - <br /> - Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.' - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>TYBALT</strong> - </p> - - <p>Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford - <br /> - No better term than this,—thou art a villain. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>ROMEO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee - <br /> - Doth much excuse the appertaining rage - <br /> - To such a greeting: villain am I none; - <br /> - Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>TYBALT</strong> - </p> - - <p>Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries - <br /> - That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>ROMEO</strong> - </p> - - <p>I do protest, I never injured thee, - <br /> - But love thee better than thou canst devise, - <br /> - Till thou shalt know the reason of my love: - <br /> - And so, good Capulet,—which name I tender - <br /> - As dearly as my own,—be satisfied. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! - <br /> - Alla stoccata carries it away. - <br /> - </p> - <p>Draws</p> - <p>Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>TYBALT</strong> - </p> - - <p>What wouldst thou have with me? - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine - <br /> - lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you - <br /> - shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the - <br /> - eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher - <br /> - by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your - <br /> - ears ere it be out. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>TYBALT</strong> - </p> - - <p>I am for you. - <br /> - </p> - <p>Drawing</p> - - - <p> - <strong>ROMEO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Come, sir, your passado. - <br /> - </p> - <p>They fight</p> - - - <p> - <strong>ROMEO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons. - <br /> - Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! - <br /> - Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath - <br /> - Forbidden bandying in Verona streets: - <br /> - Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio! - <br /> - </p> - <p>TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his - followers - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>I am hurt. - <br /> - A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. - <br /> - Is he gone, and hath nothing? - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>What, art thou hurt? - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. - <br /> - Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. - <br /> - </p> - <p>Exit Page</p> - - - <p> - <strong>ROMEO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a - <br /> - church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for - <br /> - me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I - <br /> - am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o' - <br /> - both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a - <br /> - cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a - <br /> - rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of - <br /> - arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I - <br /> - was hurt under your arm. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>ROMEO</strong> - </p> - - <p>I thought all for the best. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Help me into some house, Benvolio, - <br /> - Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses! - <br /> - They have made worms' meat of me: I have it, - <br /> - And soundly too: your houses! - <br /> - </p> - <p>Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO</p> - - - <p> - <strong>ROMEO</strong> - </p> - - <p>This gentleman, the prince's near ally, - <br /> - My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt - <br /> - In my behalf; my reputation stain'd - <br /> - With Tybalt's slander,—Tybalt, that an hour - <br /> - Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet, - <br /> - Thy beauty hath made me effeminate - <br /> - And in my temper soften'd valour's steel! - <br /> - </p> - <p>Re-enter BENVOLIO</p> - - - <p> - <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! - <br /> - That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, - <br /> - Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>ROMEO</strong> - </p> - - <p>This day's black fate on more days doth depend; - <br /> - This but begins the woe, others must end. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>ROMEO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain! - <br /> - Away to heaven, respective lenity, - <br /> - And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now! - <br /> - </p> - <p>Re-enter TYBALT</p> - <p>Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, - <br /> - That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul - <br /> - Is but a little way above our heads, - <br /> - Staying for thine to keep him company: - <br /> - Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>TYBALT</strong> - </p> - - <p>Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, - <br /> - Shalt with him hence. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>ROMEO</strong> - </p> - - <p>This shall determine that. - <br /> - </p> - <p>They fight; TYBALT falls</p> - - - <p> - <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Romeo, away, be gone! - <br /> - The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. - <br /> - Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death, - <br /> - If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away! - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>ROMEO</strong> - </p> - - <p>O, I am fortune's fool! - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Why dost thou stay? - <br /> - </p> - <p>Exit ROMEO</p> - <p>Enter Citizens, & c</p> - - - <p> - <strong>First Citizen</strong> - </p> - - <p>Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? - <br /> - Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>There lies that Tybalt. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>First Citizen</strong> - </p> - - <p>Up, sir, go with me; - <br /> - I charge thee in the princes name, obey. - <br /> - </p> - <p>Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and - others - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>PRINCE</strong> - </p> - - <p>Where are the vile beginners of this fray? - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>O noble prince, I can discover all - <br /> - The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: - <br /> - There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, - <br /> - That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>LADY CAPULET</strong> - </p> - - <p>Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child! - <br /> - O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt - <br /> - O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true, - <br /> - For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague. - <br /> - O cousin, cousin! - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>PRINCE</strong> - </p> - - <p>Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> - </p> - - <p>Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; - <br /> - Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink - <br /> - How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal - <br /> - Your high displeasure: all this uttered - <br /> - With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd, - <br /> - Could not take truce with the unruly spleen - <br /> - Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts - <br /> - With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast, - <br /> - Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point, - <br /> - And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats - <br /> - Cold death aside, and with the other sends - <br /> - It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity, - <br /> - Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, - <br /> - 'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than - <br /> - his tongue, - <br /> - His agile arm beats down their fatal points, - <br /> - And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm - <br /> - An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life - <br /> - Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled; - <br /> - But by and by comes back to Romeo, - <br /> - Who had but newly entertain'd revenge, - <br /> - And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I - <br /> - Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain. - <br /> - And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly. - <br /> - This is the truth, or let Benvolio die. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>LADY CAPULET</strong> - </p> - - <p>He is a kinsman to the Montague; - <br /> - Affection makes him false; he speaks not true: - <br /> - Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, - <br /> - And all those twenty could but kill one life. - <br /> - I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give; - <br /> - Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>PRINCE</strong> - </p> - - <p>Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; - <br /> - Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>MONTAGUE</strong> - </p> - - <p>Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; - <br /> - His fault concludes but what the law should end, - <br /> - The life of Tybalt. - <br /> - </p> - - - <p> - <strong>PRINCE</strong> - </p> - - <p>And for that offence - <br /> - Immediately we do exile him hence: - <br /> - I have an interest in your hate's proceeding, - <br /> - My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; - <br /> - But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine - <br /> - That you shall all repent the loss of mine: - <br /> - I will be deaf to pleading and excuses; - <br /> - Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses: - <br /> - Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste, - <br /> - Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. - <br /> - Bear hence this body and attend our will: - <br /> - Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. - <br /> - </p> - <p>Exeunt</p> - - - </div> -</div> - - - |