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        <bibl>The texts were originally prepared by Trevor Howard-Hill for use in his single volume
          concordances to Shakespeare (OUP, 1969f). They have since been reformatted to modern
          standards and carefully proofread by staff of Oxford University Press' Shakespeare
          Department for use in the new "Old Spelling" Oxford Shakespeare, under the general
          editorship of Dr Stanley Wells: <title>The complete works / William Shakespeare</title>;
          general editors, Stanley Wells and Gary Taylor ; editors Stanley Wells ... [et al.] ; with
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            <author>Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616</author>
            <editor role="editor">Lee, Sidney, Sir, 1859-1926</editor>
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          <extent>xxxv, 908 p. : facsims. ; 39 cm.</extent>
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            <pubPlace>Oxford</pubPlace>
            <date>1902</date>
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              of half t.p.</note>
            <note anchored="true">Facsim. reprint of ed. published, London : printed by Issac
              Iaggard and Ed.[ward] Blount, 1623 with original t.p.: Mr. William Shakespeares
              comedies, histories, &amp; tragedies</note>
            <note anchored="true">Original colophon reads: Printed at the charges of W.[illiam]
              Iaggard, Ed.[ward] Blount, I.[ohn] Smithweeke [i.e. Smethwick], and W.[illiam] Aspley,
              1623</note>
            <note anchored="true">Contents: The tempest. The two gentlemen of Verona. The merry
              wives of Windsor. Measvre, for measure. The comedie of errors. Much adoe about
              nothing. Loues labour's lost. A midsommer nights dreame. The merchant of Venice. As
              you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well, that ends well. Twelfe night, or
              what you will. The winters tale. The life and death of King Iohn. The life and death
              of King Richard the second. The first part of Henry the fourth. The second part of
              Henry the fourth. The life of Henry the fift. The first part of Henry the sixt. The
              second part of Henry the sixt. The third part of Henry the sixt. The tragedy of
              Richard the third. The famous history of the life of King Henry the eight. The
              tragedie of Troylus and Cressida. The tragedy of Coriolanvs. The lamentable tragedy of
              Titus Andronicus. The tragedie of Romeo and Ivliet. The life of Tymon of Athens. The
              tragedie of Ivlivs Caesar. The tragedie of Macbeth. The tragedie of Hamlet, Prince of
              Denmarke. The tragedie of King Lear. The tragedie of Othello, the moore of Venice. The
              tragedie of Anthonie, and Cleopatra. The tragedie of Cymbeline</note>
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      <head>THE TRAGEDIE OF<lb/>ROMEO and IVLIET</head>
      <milestone unit="compo" n="B"/>
      <lb n="1"/>
      <div>
        <head rend="italic">Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.</head>
        <lb n="2"/>
        <stage rend="italic">Enter Sampson and Gregory, with Swords and Bucklers,<lb n="3"/>of the
          House of Capulet.</stage>
        <lb n="4"/>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Sampson.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <lb n="5"/>
            <hi rend="italic">Gregory:</hi>
            <seg type="homograph">A</seg> my word wee'l not carry coales.<lb n="6"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Greg.</speaker>
          <ab>No, for then we should be Colliars.<lb n="7" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Samp.</speaker>
          <ab>I mean, if we be in choller, wee'l draw.<lb n="8" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Greg.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">I</seg>, While you liue, draw your necke out<lb n="9"/>o'th
              Collar.<lb n="10"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Samp.</speaker>
          <ab>I strike quickly, being mou'd.<lb n="11"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Greg.</speaker>
          <ab>But thou art not quickly mou'd to strike.<lb n="12"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Samp.</speaker>
          <ab>A dog of the house of <hi rend="italic">Mountague,</hi> moues me.<lb n="13" rend="rj"
            />
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Greg.</speaker>
          <ab>To moue, is to stir: and to be valiant, is to stand:<lb n="14"/>Therefore, if thou art
            mou'd, thou runst away.<lb n="15" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Samp.</speaker>
          <ab>A dogge of that house shall moue me to stand.<lb n="16"/>I will take the wall of any
            Man or Maid of <hi rend="italic">Mountagues.</hi>
            <lb n="17" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Greg.</speaker>
          <ab>That shewes thee a weake slaue, for the wea-<lb n="18" type="inWord"/>kest goes to the
              wall.<lb n="19" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Samp.</speaker>
          <ab>True, and therefore women being the weaker<lb n="20" rend="rj"/>Vessels, are euer
            thrust to the wall: therefore I will push<lb n="21" rend="rj"/>
            <hi rend="italic">Mountagues</hi> men from the wall, and thrust his Maides to<lb n="22"
            />the wall.<lb n="23" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Greg.</speaker>
          <ab>The Quarrell is betweene our Masters, and vs <seg type="carryOver">their men.</seg>
            <lb n="24" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Samp.</speaker>
          <ab>'Tis all one, I will shew my selfe a tyrant: when<lb n="25" rend="rj"/>I haue fought
            with the men, I will bee ciuill with the<lb n="26"/>Maids, and cut off their heads.<lb
              n="27"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Greg.</speaker>
          <ab>The heads of the Maids?<lb n="28" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Sam.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">I</seg>, the heads of the Maids, or their Maiden-heads,<lb n="29"
            />Take it in what sence thou wilt.<lb n="30"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Greg.</speaker>
          <ab>They must take <seg type="homograph">it</seg> sence, that feele it.<lb n="31"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Samp.</speaker>
          <ab>Me they shall feele while I am able to stand:<lb n="32"/>And 'tis knowne I am a pretty
            peece of flesh.<lb n="33" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Greg.</speaker>
          <ab>'Tis well thou art not Fish: If thou had'st, thou<lb n="34" rend="rj"/>had'st beene
            poore Iohn. Draw thy Toole, here comes of<lb n="35"/>the House of the <hi rend="italic"
              >Mountagues.</hi>
            <lb n="36"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter two other Seruingmen.</stage>
            <lb n="37" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Sam.</speaker>
          <ab>My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I wil back thee<lb n="38"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Gre.</speaker>
          <ab>How? Turne thy backe, and run.<lb n="39"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Sam.</speaker>
          <ab>Feare me not.<lb n="40"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Gre.</speaker>
          <ab>No marry: I feare thee.<lb n="41" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Sam.</speaker>
          <ab>Let vs take the Law of our sides: let them begin.<lb n="42" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Gr.</speaker>
          <ab>I wil frown as I passe by, &amp; let the[m] take it as they list<lb n="43" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Sam.</speaker>
          <ab>Nay, as they dare. I wil bite my Thumb at them,<lb n="44"/>which is a disgrace to
            them, if they beare it.<lb n="45"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Abra.</speaker>
          <ab>Do you bite your Thumbe at vs sir?<lb n="46"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Samp.</speaker>
          <ab>I do bite my Thumbe, sir.<lb n="47"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Abra.</speaker>
          <ab>Do you bite your Thumb at vs, sir?<lb n="48"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Sam.</speaker>
          <ab>Is the Law of our side, if I say <seg type="homograph">I</seg>? </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Gre.</speaker>
          <ab>No.<lb n="49" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Sam.</speaker>
          <ab>No sir, I do not bite my Thumbe at you sir: but<lb n="50"/>I bite my Thumbe sir.<lb
              n="51"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Greg.</speaker>
          <ab>Do you quarrell sir?<lb n="52"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Abra.</speaker>
          <ab>Quarrell sir? no sir.<lb n="53" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Sam.</speaker>
          <ab>If you do sir, I am for you, I serue as good a man <seg type="carryOver">as you</seg>
            <lb n="54"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Abra.</speaker>
          <ab>No better? </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Samp.</speaker>
          <ab>Well sir.<lb n="55"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Benuolio.</stage>
            <lb n="56" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Gr.</speaker>
          <ab>Say better: here comes one of my masters kinsmen.<lb n="57"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Samp.</speaker>
          <ab>Yes, better.<lb n="58"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Abra.</speaker>
          <ab>You Lye.<lb n="59" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Samp.</speaker>
          <ab>Draw if you be men. <hi rend="italic">Gregory,</hi> remember thy<lb n="60"/>washing
            blow. <stage rend="italic">They Fight.</stage>
            <lb n="61" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Part Fooles, put vp your Swords, you know not<lb n="62"/>what you do.<lb n="63"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Tibalt.</stage>
            <lb n="64" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Tyb.</speaker>
          <ab>What art thou drawne, among these heartlesse<lb n="65"/>Hindes? Turne thee <hi
              rend="italic">Benuolio,</hi> looke vpon thy death.<lb n="66"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>I do but keepe the peace, put vp thy Sword,<lb n="67"/>Or manage it to part these men
            with me.<lb n="68" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Tyb.</speaker>
          <ab>What draw, and talke of peace? I hate the word<lb n="69"/>As I hate <seg
              type="homograph">hell</seg>, all <hi rend="italic">Mountagues,</hi> and thee:<lb
              n="70"/>Haue at thee Coward. <stage rend="italic">Fight.</stage>
            <lb n="71"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter three or foure Citizens with Clubs.</stage>
            <lb n="72" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Offi.</speaker>
          <ab>Clubs, Bils, and Partisons, strike, beat them down<lb n="73"/>Downe with the <hi
              rend="italic">Capulets,</hi> downe with the <hi rend="italic">Mountagues.</hi>
            <lb n="74"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter old Capulet in his Gowne, and his wife.</stage>
            <lb n="75" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>What noise is this? Giue me my long Sword ho.<lb n="76" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Wife.</speaker>
          <ab>A crutch, a crutch: why call you for a Sword?<lb n="77"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>My Sword I say: Old <hi rend="italic">Mountague</hi> is come,<lb n="78"/>And
            flourishes his Blade in spight of me.<lb n="79"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter old Mountague, &amp; his wife.</stage>
            <lb n="80" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Moun.</speaker>
          <ab>Thou villaine <hi rend="italic">Capulet.</hi> Hold me not, let me go<lb n="81"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker>2.<hi rend="italic">Wife.</hi>
          </speaker>
          <ab>Thou shalt not stir <seg type="homograph">a</seg> foote to seeke a Foe.<lb n="82"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Prince Eskales, with his Traine.</stage>
            <lb n="83"/>
          </ab>
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        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
          <ab>Rebellious Subiects, Enemies to peace,<lb n="84"/>Prophaners of this Neighbor-stained
              Steele,<lb n="85"/>Will they not heare? What hoe, you Men, you Beasts,<lb n="86"/>That
            quench the fire of your pernitious Rage,<lb n="87"/>With purple Fountaines issuing from
            your Veines:<lb n="88"/>On paine of Torture, from those bloody hands<lb n="89"/>Throw
            your mistemper'd Weapons to the ground,<lb n="90"/>And heare the Sentence of your mooued
              Prince.<lb n="91"/>Three ciuill Broyles, bred of an Ayery word,<lb n="92"/>By thee old
              <hi rend="italic">Capulet</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Mountague,</hi>
            <lb n="93"/>Haue thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,<lb n="94"/>And made <hi
              rend="italic">Verona's</hi> ancient Citizens<lb n="95"/>Cast by their Graue beseeming
              Ornaments,<lb n="96"/>To wield old Partizans, in hands as old, <pb n="ee3v"/>
            <milestone unit="compo" n="E"/>
            <lb n="97"/>Cankred with peace, to part your Cankred hate,<lb n="98"/>If euer you
            disturbe our streets againe,<lb n="99"/>Your liues shall pay the forfeit of the
              peace.<lb n="100"/>For this time all the rest depart away:<lb n="101"/>You <hi
              rend="italic">Capulet</hi> shall goe along with me,<lb n="102"/>And <hi rend="italic"
              >Mountague</hi> come you this afternoone,<lb n="103"/>To know our Fathers pleasure in
            this case:<lb n="104"/>To old Free-towne, our common iudgement place:<lb n="105"/>Once
            more on paine of death, all men depart. <stage rend="italic">Exeunt.</stage>
            <lb n="106" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Moun.</speaker>
          <ab>Who set this auncient quarrell new abroach?<lb n="107"/>Speake Nephew, were you by,
            when it began:<lb n="108"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Heere were the seruants of your aduersarie,<lb n="109"/>And yours close fighting ere I
            did approach,<lb n="110"/>I drew to part them, in the instant came<lb n="111"/>The fiery
              <hi rend="italic">Tibalt,</hi> with his sword prepar'd,<lb n="112"/>Which as he
            breath'd defiance to my eares,<lb n="113"/>He swong about his head, and cut the
              windes,<lb n="114"/>Who nothing hurt withall, hist him in scorne.<lb n="115"/>While we
            were enterchanging thrusts and blowes,<lb n="116"/>Came more and more, and fought on
            part and part,<lb n="117"/>Till the Prince came, who parted either part.<lb n="118"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Wife.</speaker>
          <ab>O where is <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi> saw you him to day?<lb n="119"/>Right glad am
            I, he was not at this fray.<lb n="120"/>
          </ab>
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        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Madam, an houre before the worshipt Sun<lb n="121"/>Peer'd forth the golden window of
            the East,<lb n="122"/>A troubled mind draue me to walke abroad,<lb n="123"/>Where
            vnderneath the groue of Sycamour,<lb n="124"/>That West-ward rooteth from this City
              side:<lb n="125"/>So earely walking did I see your Sonne:<lb n="126"/>Towards him I
            made, but he was ware of me,<lb n="127"/>And stole into the couert of the wood,<lb
              n="128"/>I measuring his affections by my owne,<lb n="129" rend="rj"/>Which then most
            sought, wher most might not be found:<lb n="130"/>Being one too many by my weary
              selfe,<lb n="131"/>Pursued my Honour, not pursuing his<lb n="132"/>And gladly shunn'd,
            who gladly fled from me.<lb n="133"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mount.</speaker>
          <ab>Many a morning hath he there beene seene,<lb n="134"/>With teares augmenting the fresh
            mornings deaw,<lb n="135"/>Adding to cloudes, more cloudes with his deepe sighes,<lb
              n="136"/>But all so soone as the all-cheering Sunne,<lb n="137"/>Should in the
            farthest East begin to draw<lb n="138"/>The shadie Curtaines from <hi rend="italic"
              >Auroras</hi> bed,<lb n="139"/>Away from light steales home my heauy Sonne,<lb n="140"
            />And priuate in his Chamber pennes himselfe,<lb n="141"/>Shuts vp his windowes, lockes
            faire day-light out,<lb n="142"/>And makes himselfe an artificiall night:<lb n="143"
            />Blacke and portendous must this humour proue,<lb n="144"/>Vnlesse good counsell may
            the cause remoue.<lb n="145"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>My Noble Vncle doe you know the cause?<lb n="146"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Moun.</speaker>
          <ab>I neither know it, nor can learne of him.<lb n="147"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Haue you importun'd him by any meanes?<lb n="148"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Moun.</speaker>
          <ab>Both by my selfe and many other Friends,<lb n="149"/>But he his owne affections
              counseller,<lb n="150"/>Is to himselfe (I will not say how true)<lb n="151"/>But to
            himselfe so secret and so close,<lb n="152"/>So farre from sounding and discouery,<lb
              n="153"/>As is the bud bit with an enuious worme,<lb n="154"/>Ere he can spread his
            sweete leaues to the ayre,<lb n="155"/>Or dedicate his beauty to the same.<lb n="156"
            />Could we but learne from whence his sorrowes grow,<lb n="157"/>We would as willingly
            giue cure, as know.<lb n="158"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Romeo.</stage>
            <lb n="159"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>See where he comes, so please you step aside,<lb n="160"/>Ile know his greeuance, or
            be much denide.<lb n="161"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Moun.</speaker>
          <ab>I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,<lb n="162"/>To heare true shrift. Come Madam
            let's away. <stage rend="italic">Exeunt.</stage>
            <lb n="163"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Good morrow Cousin.<lb n="164"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Is the day so young?<lb n="165"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>But new strooke nine.<lb n="166"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Aye me, sad houres seeme long:<lb n="167"/>Was that my Father that went hence so
              fast?<lb n="168"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>It was: what sadnes lengthens <hi rend="italic">Romeo's</hi> houres?<lb n="169"
              rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ro.</speaker>
          <ab>Not hauing that, which hauing, makes them short<lb n="170"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>In loue.<lb n="171"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Romeo.</speaker>
          <ab>Out.<lb n="172"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Of loue.<lb n="173"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Out of her fauour where I am in loue.<lb n="174"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Alas that loue so gentle in his view,<lb n="175"/>Should be so tyrannous and rough in
              proofe.<lb n="176"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Alas that loue, whose view is muffled still,<lb n="177"/>Should without eyes, see
            path-wayes to his <seg type="homograph">will</seg>:<lb n="178"/>Where shall we dine? O
            me: what fray was heere?<lb n="179"/>Yet tell me not, for I haue heard it all:<lb
              n="180"/>Heere's much to do with hate, but more with loue:<lb n="181"/>Why then, O
            brawling loue, O louing hate,<lb n="182"/>O any thing, of nothing first created:<lb
              n="183"/>O heauie lightnesse, serious vanity,<lb n="184"/>Mishapen Chaos of welseeming
              formes,<lb n="185"/>Feather of lead, bright smoake, cold fire, sicke health,<lb
              n="186"/>Still waking sleepe, that is not what it is:<lb n="187"/>This loue feele I,
            that feele no loue in this.<lb n="188"/>Doest thou not laugh?<lb n="189"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>No Coze, I rather weepe.<lb n="190"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Good heart, at what?<lb n="191"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>At thy good hearts oppression.<lb n="192"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Why such is loues transgression.<lb n="193"/>Griefes of mine owne lie heauie in my
              breast,<lb n="194"/>Which thou wilt propagate to haue it preast<lb n="195"/>With more
            of thine, this loue that thou hast showne,<lb n="196"/>Doth adde more griefe, to too
            much of mine owne.<lb n="197"/>Loue, is a smoake made with the fume of sighes,<lb
              n="198"/>Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in Louers eyes,<lb n="199"/>Being vext, a Sea
            nourisht with louing teares,<lb n="200"/>What is it else? a madnesse, most discreet,<lb
              n="201"/>A choking gall, and a preseruing sweet:<lb n="202"/>Farewell my Coze.<lb
              n="203"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Soft I will goe along.<lb n="204"/>
            <seg type="homograph">And</seg> if you leaue me so, you do me wrong.<lb n="205"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Tut I haue lost my selfe, I am not here,<lb n="206"/>This is not <hi rend="italic"
              >Romeo,</hi> hee's some other where.<lb n="207"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Tell me in sadnesse, who is that you loue?<lb n="208"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>What shall I grone and tell thee?<lb n="209"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Grone, why no: but sadly tell me who.<lb n="210"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>A sicke man in sadnesse makes his <seg type="homograph">will</seg>:<lb n="211"/>A word
              <seg type="homograph">ill</seg> vrg'd to one that is so <seg type="homograph"
              >ill</seg>:<lb n="212"/>In sadnesse Cozin, I do loue a woman.<lb n="213"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>I aym'd so neare, when I suppos'd you lou'd.<lb n="214" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>A right good marke man, and shee's faire I loue<lb n="215"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>A right faire marke, faire Coze, is soonest hit.<lb n="216"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Well in that hit you misse, sheel not be hit<lb n="217"/>With Cupids arrow, she hath
              <hi rend="italic">Dians</hi> wit:<lb n="218"/>And in strong proofe of chastity well
              arm'd:<lb n="219"/>From loues weake childish Bow, she liues vncharm'd.<lb n="220"
            />Shee will not stay the siege of louing tearmes,<lb n="221"/>Nor bid th' encounter of
            assailing eyes.<lb n="222"/>Nor open her lap to Sainct-seducing Gold:<lb n="223"/>O she
            is rich in beautie, onely poore,<lb n="224"/>That when she dies, with beautie dies her
              store.<lb n="225" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Then she hath sworne, that she will still liue chast?<lb n="226"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>She hath, and in that sparing make huge <seg type="homograph">wast</seg>?<lb n="227"
            />For beauty steru'd with her seuerity,<lb n="228"/>Cuts beauty off from all posteritie.
              <pb n="ee4"/>
            <lb n="229"/>She is too faire, too wise: wisely too faire,<lb n="230"/>To merit blisse
            by making me dispaire:<lb n="231"/>She hath forsworne to loue, and in that vow<lb
              n="232"/>Do I liue dead, that liue to tell it now.<lb n="233"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Be rul'd by me, forget to thinke of her.<lb n="234"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>O teach me how I should forget to thinke.<lb n="235"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>By giuing liberty vnto thine eyes,<lb n="236"/>Examine other beauties,<lb n="237"
              rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ro.</speaker>
          <ab>'Tis the way to cal hers (exquisit) in question more,<lb n="238"/>These happy maskes
            that kisse faire Ladies browes,<lb n="239"/>Being blacke, puts vs in mind they hide the
              faire:<lb n="240"/>He that is strooken blind, cannot forget<lb n="241"/>The precious
            treasure of his eye-sight lost:<lb n="242"/>Shew me a Mistresse that is passing
              faire,<lb n="243"/>What doth her beauty serue but as a note,<lb n="244"/>Where I may
            read who past that passing faire.<lb n="245"/>Farewell thou can'st not teach me to
              forget,<lb n="246"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Ile pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. <stage rend="italic">Exeunt</stage>
            <lb n="247"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Capulet, Countie Paris, and the Clowne.</stage>
            <lb n="248"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Capu.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Mountague</hi> is bound as well as I,<lb n="249"/>In penalty alike,
            and 'tis not hard I thinke,<lb n="250"/>For men so old as wee, to keepe the peace.<lb
              n="251"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Par.</speaker>
          <ab>Of Honourable reckoning are you both,<lb n="252"/>And pittie 'tis you liu'd at ods so
              long:<lb n="253"/>But now my Lord, what say you to my sute?<lb n="254"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Capu.</speaker>
          <ab>But saying ore what I haue said before,<lb n="255"/>My Child is yet a stranger in the
              world,<lb n="256"/>Shee hath not seene the change of fourteene yeares,<lb n="257"/>Let
            two more Summers wither in their pride,<lb n="258"/>Ere we may thinke her ripe to be a
              Bride.<lb n="259"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pari.</speaker>
          <ab>Younger then she, are happy mothers made.<lb n="260"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Capu.</speaker>
          <ab>And too soone mar'd are those so early made:<lb n="261"/>Earth hath swallowed all my
            hopes but she,<lb n="262"/>Shee's the hopefull Lady of my earth:<lb n="263"/>But wooe
            her gentle <hi rend="italic">Paris,</hi> get her heart,<lb n="264"/>My <seg
              type="homograph">will</seg> to her consent, is but a part,<lb n="265"/>
            <seg type="homograph">And</seg> shee agree, within her scope of choise,<lb n="266"/>Lyes
            my consent, and faire according voice:<lb n="267"/>This night I hold an old accustom'd
              Feast,<lb n="268"/>Whereto I haue inuited many a Guest,<lb n="269"/>Such as I loue,
            and you among the store,<lb n="270"/>One more, most welcome makes my number more:<lb
              n="271"/>At my poore house, looke to behold this night,<lb n="272"/>Earth-treading
            starres, that make darke heauen light,<lb n="273"/>Such comfort as do lusty young men
              feele,<lb n="274"/>When well apparrel'd Aprill on the <seg type="homograph"
              >heele</seg>
            <lb n="275"/>Of limping Winter treads, euen such delight<lb n="276"/>Among fresh Fennell
            buds shall you this night<lb n="277"/>Inherit at my house: heare all, all see:<lb
              n="278"/>And like her most, whose merit most shall be:<lb n="279"/>Which one more
            veiw, of many, mine being one,<lb n="280"/>May stand in number, though in reckning
              none.<lb n="281"/>Come, goe with me: goe sirrah trudge about,<lb n="282"/>Through
            faire <hi rend="italic">Verona,</hi> find those persons out,<lb n="283"/>Whose names are
            written there, and to them say,<lb n="284"/>My house and welcome, on their pleasure
            stay. <stage rend="italic">Exit.</stage>
            <lb n="285" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
          <ab>Find them out whose names are written. Heere it<lb n="286" rend="rj"/>is written, that
            the Shoo-maker should meddle with his<lb n="287" rend="rj"/>Yard, and the Tayler with
            his Last, the Fisher with his<lb n="288" rend="rj"/>Pensill, and the Painter with his
            Nets. But I am sent to<lb n="289" rend="rj"/>find those persons whose names are writ,
            &amp; can neuer find<lb n="290" rend="rj"/>what names the writing person hath here writ
            (I must to<lb n="291"/>the learned) in good time.<lb n="292"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Benuolio, and Romeo.</stage>
            <lb n="293"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Tut man, one fire burnes out anothers burning,<lb n="294"/>One paine is lesned by
            anothers anguish:<lb n="295"/>Turne giddie, and be holpe by backward turning:<lb n="296"
            />One desparate greefe, cures with anothers languish:<lb n="297"/>Take thou some new
            infection to the eye,<lb n="298"/>And the rank poyson of the old wil die.<lb n="299"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Your Plantan leafe is excellent for that.<lb n="300"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>For what I pray thee?<lb n="301"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>For your broken shin.<lb n="302"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Why <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> art thou mad?<lb n="303"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Not mad, but bound more then a mad man is:<lb n="304"/>Shut vp in prison, kept without
            my foode,<lb n="305"/>Whipt and tormented: and Godden good fellow,<lb n="306"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
          <ab>Godgigoden, I pray sir can you read?<lb n="307"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">I</seg> mine owne fortune in my miserie.<lb n="308"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
          <ab>Perhaps you haue learn'd it without booke:<lb n="309"/>But I pray can you read any
            thing you see?<lb n="310"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">I</seg>, if I know the Letters and the Language.<lb n="311"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
          <ab>Ye say honestly, rest you merry.<lb n="312"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Stay fellow, I can read.<lb n="313"/>
            <stage>He reades the Letter.</stage>
            <lb n="314" rend="rj"/>
            <hi rend="italic">Seigneur Martino, and his wife and daughter: County An-selme</hi>
            <lb n="315" rend="rj"/>
            <hi rend="italic">and his beautious sisters: the Lady widdow of Vtru-uio,</hi>
            <lb n="316" rend="rj"/>
            <hi rend="italic">Seigneur Placentio, and his louely Neeces: Mercutio and</hi>
            <lb n="317" rend="rj"/>
            <hi rend="italic">his brother Valentine: mine vncle Capulet his wife and
              daugh-ters:</hi>
            <lb n="318" rend="rj"/>
            <hi rend="italic">my faire Neece Rosaline, Liuia, Seigneur Valentio, &amp; his<lb
                n="319"/>Cosen Tybalt: Lucio and the liuely Helena.</hi>
            <lb n="320"/>A faire assembly, whither should they come?<lb n="321"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
          <ab>Vp.<lb n="322"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Whither? to supper?<lb n="323"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
          <ab>To our house.<lb n="324"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Whose house?<lb n="325"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
          <ab>My Maisters.<lb n="326"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Indeed I should haue askt you that before.<lb n="327" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
          <ab>Now Ile tell you without asking. My maister is<lb n="328" rend="rj"/>the great rich
              <hi rend="italic">Capulet,</hi> and if you be not of the house of<lb n="329" rend="rj"/>
            <hi rend="italic">Mountagues</hi> I pray come and crush a cup of wine. Rest<lb n="330"
            />you merry. <stage rend="italic">Exit.</stage>
            <lb n="331"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>At this same auncient Feast of <hi rend="italic">Capulets</hi>
            <lb n="332"/>Sups the faire <hi rend="italic">Rosaline,</hi> whom thou so loues:<lb
              n="333"/>With all the admired Beauties of <hi rend="italic">Verona,</hi>
            <lb n="334"/>Go thither and with vnattainted eye,<lb n="335"/>Compare her face with some
            that I shall show,<lb n="336"/>And I will make thee thinke thy Swan a Crow.<lb n="337"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>When the deuout religion of mine eye<lb n="338"/>Maintaines such falshood, then turne
            teares to fire:<lb n="339"/>And these who often drown'd could neuer die,<lb n="340"
            />Transparent Heretiques be burnt for liers.<lb n="341"/>One fairer then my loue: the
            all-seeing Sun<lb n="342"/>Nere saw her match, since first the world begun.<lb n="343"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Tut, you saw her faire, none else being by,<lb n="344"/>Herselfe poys'd with herselfe
            in either eye:<lb n="345"/>But in that Christall scales, let there be waid,<lb n="346"
            />Your Ladies loue against some other Maid<lb n="347"/>That I will show you, shining at
            this Feast,<lb n="348"/>
            <seg type="homograph">And</seg> she shew scant <seg type="homograph">shell</seg>, well,
            that now shewes best.<lb n="349"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Ile goe along, no such sight to be showne,<lb n="350"/>But to reioyce in splendor of
            mine owne.<lb n="351"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Capulets Wife and Nurse.</stage>
            <lb n="352" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Wife.</speaker>
          <ab>Nurse wher's my daughter? call her forth to me.<lb n="353" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nurse.</speaker>
          <ab>Now by my Maidenhead, at twelue yeare old<lb n="354" rend="rj"/>I bad her come, what
            Lamb: what Ladi-bird, God forbid,<lb n="355"/>Where's this Girle? what <hi rend="italic"
              >Iuliet</hi>?<lb n="356"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Iuliet.</stage>
            <lb n="357"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iuliet.</speaker>
          <ab>How now, who calls?<lb n="358"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Your Mother.<lb n="359"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iuliet.</speaker>
          <ab>Madam I am heere, what is your <seg type="homograph">will</seg>?<lb n="360" rend="rj"
            />
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Wife.</speaker>
          <ab>This is the matter: Nurse giue me leaue awhile, we <pb n="ee4v"/>
            <lb n="361" rend="rj"/>must talke in secret. Nurse come backe againe, I haue re-<lb
              n="362" rend="rj" type="inWord"/>membred me, thou'se heare our counsell. Thou
              knowest<lb n="363"/>my daughter's of a prety age.<lb n="364"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nurse.</speaker>
          <ab>Faith I can tell her age vnto an houre.<lb n="365"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Wife.</speaker>
          <ab>Shee's not fourteene.<lb n="366"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nurse.</speaker>
          <ab>Ile lay fourteene of my teeth,<lb n="367"/>And yet to my teene be it spoken,<lb
              n="368"/>I haue but foure, shee's not fourteene.<lb n="369"/>How long is it now to <hi
              rend="italic">Lammas</hi> tide?<lb n="370"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Wife.</speaker>
          <ab>A fortnight and odde dayes.<lb n="371" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nurse.</speaker>
          <ab>Euen or odde, of all daies in the yeare come<lb n="372" rend="rj"/>
            <hi rend="italic">Lammas</hi> Eue at night shall she be fourteene. <hi rend="italic"
              >Susan</hi> &amp; she,<lb n="373" rend="rj"/>God rest all Christian soules, were of an
            age. Well <hi rend="italic">Susan</hi>
            <lb n="374" rend="rj"/>is with God, she was too good for me. But as I said, on <hi
              rend="italic">La-mas</hi>
            <lb n="375" rend="rj"/>Eue at night shall she be fourteene, that shall she ma-<lb
              type="inWord" n="376" rend="rj"/>rie, I remember it well. 'Tis since the Earth-quake
              now<lb n="377" rend="rj"/>eleuen yeares, and she was wean'd I neuer shall forget
              it,<lb n="378" rend="rj"/>of all the daies of the yeare, vpon that day: for I had
              then<lb n="379" rend="rj"/>laid Worme-wood to my Dug sitting in the Sunne vnder<lb
              n="380" rend="rj"/>the Douehouse wall, my Lord and you were then at<lb n="381"
              rend="rj"/>
            <hi rend="italic">Mantua,</hi> nay I doe beare a braine. But as I said, when it<lb
              n="382" rend="rj"/>did tast the Worme-wood on the nipple of my Dugge,<lb n="383"
              rend="rj"/>and felt it bitter, pretty foole, to see it teachie, and fall out<lb
              n="384" rend="rj"/>with the Dugge, Shake quoth the Doue-house, 'twas no<lb n="385"
              rend="rj"/>neede I trow to bid mee trudge, and since that time it is<lb n="386"
              rend="rj"/>a eleuen yeares, for then she could stand alone, nay bi'th'<lb n="387"
              rend="rj"/>roode she could haue runne, &amp; wadled all about: for euen<lb n="388"
              rend="rj"/>the day before she broke her brow, &amp; then my Husband<lb n="389"
              rend="rj"/>God be with his soule, <seg type="homograph">a</seg> was a merrie man,
            tooke vp the<lb n="390" rend="rj"/>Child, yea quoth hee, doest thou fall vpon thy face?
              thou<lb n="391" rend="rj"/>wilt fall backeward when thou hast more wit, wilt thou<lb
              n="392" rend="rj"/>not <hi rend="italic">Iule</hi>? And by my holy-dam, the pretty
            wretch lefte<lb n="393" rend="rj"/>crying, &amp; said <seg type="homograph">I</seg>: to
            see now how a Iest shall come about.<lb n="394" rend="rj"/>I warrant, &amp; I shall liue
            a thousand yeares, I neuer should<lb n="395" rend="rj"/>forget it: wilt thou not <hi
              rend="italic">Iule</hi> quoth he? and pretty foole it<lb n="396"/>stinted, and said
              <seg type="homograph">I</seg>.<lb n="397"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Old La.</speaker>
          <ab>Inough of this, I pray thee hold thy peace.<lb n="398" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nurse.</speaker>
          <ab>Yes Madam, yet I cannot chuse but laugh, to<lb n="399" rend="rj"/>thinke it should
            leaue crying, &amp; say <seg type="homograph">I</seg>: and yet I warrant<lb n="400"
              rend="rj"/>it had vpon <seg type="homograph">it</seg> brow, a bumpe as big as a young
              Cockrels<lb n="401" rend="rj"/>stone? A perilous knock, and it cryed bitterly. Yea
              quoth<lb n="402" rend="rj"/>my husband, fall'st vpon thy face, thou wilt fall back-<lb
              n="403" rend="rj" type="inWord"/>ward when thou commest to age: wilt thou not <hi
              rend="italic">Iule</hi>? It<lb n="404"/>stinted: and said <seg type="homograph"
              >I</seg>.<lb n="405"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iule.</speaker>
          <ab>And stint thou too, I pray thee <hi rend="italic">Nurse,</hi> say I.<lb n="406"
              rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Peace I haue done: God marke thee <seg type="homograph">too</seg> his grace<lb n="407"
              rend="rj"/>thou wast the prettiest Babe that ere I nurst, <seg type="homograph"
              >and</seg> I might<lb n="408"/>liue to see thee married once, I haue my wish.<lb
              n="409"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Old La.</speaker>
          <ab>Marry that marry is the very theame<lb n="410"/>I came to talke of, tell me daughter
              <hi rend="italic">Iuliet,</hi>
            <lb n="411"/>How stands your disposition to be Married?<lb n="412"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iuli.</speaker>
          <ab>It is an houre that I dreame not of.<lb n="413" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>An houre, were I not thine onely Nurse, I would<lb n="414"/>say thou had'st suckt
            wisedome from thy teat.<lb n="415" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Old La.</speaker>
          <ab>Well thinke of marriage now, yonger then you<lb n="416"/>Heere in <hi rend="italic"
              >Verona,</hi> Ladies of esteeme,<lb n="417"/>Are made already Mothers. By my count<lb
              n="418"/>I was your Mother, much vpon these yeares<lb n="419"/>That you are now a
            Maide, thus then in briefe:<lb n="420"/>The valiant <hi rend="italic">Paris</hi> seekes
            you for his loue.<lb n="421" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nurse.</speaker>
          <ab>A man young Lady, Lady, such a man as all<lb n="422"/>the world. Why hee's a man of
              waxe.<lb n="423"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Old La.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Veronas</hi> Summer hath not such a flower.<lb n="424"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nurse.</speaker>
          <ab>Nay hee's a flower, infaith a very flower.<lb n="425"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Old La.</speaker>
          <ab>What say you, can you loue the Gentleman?<lb n="426"/>This night you shall behold him
            at our Feast,<lb n="427"/>Read ore the volume of young <hi rend="italic">Paris</hi>
              face,<lb n="428"/>And find delight, writ there with Beauties pen:<lb n="429"/>Examine
            euery seuerall liniament,<lb n="430"/>And see how one another lends content:<lb n="431"
            />And what obscur'd in this faire volume lies,<lb n="432"/>Find written in the Margent
            of his eyes.<lb n="433"/>This precious Booke of Loue, this vnbound Louer,<lb n="434"/>To
            Beautifie him, onely lacks a Couer.<lb n="435"/>The fish liues in the Sea, and 'tis much
              pride<lb n="436"/>For faire without, the faire within to hide:<lb n="437"/>That Booke
            in manies eyes doth share the glorie,<lb n="438"/>That in Gold claspes, Lockes in the
            Golden storie:<lb n="439"/>So shall you share all that he doth possesse,<lb n="440"/>By
            hauing him, making your selfe no lesse.<lb n="441"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nurse.</speaker>
          <ab>No lesse, nay bigger: women grow by men.<lb n="442"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Old La.</speaker>
          <ab>Speake briefly, can you like of <hi rend="italic">Paris</hi> loue?<lb n="443"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iuli.</speaker>
          <ab>Ile looke to like, if looking liking moue.<lb n="444"/>But no more deepe will I endart
            mine eye,<lb n="445"/>Then your consent giues strength to make flye.<lb n="446"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter a Seruing man.</stage>
            <lb n="447" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
          <ab>Madam, the guests are come, supper seru'd vp, you<lb n="448" rend="rj"/>cal'd, my
            young Lady askt for, the Nurse cur'st in the Pan-<lb type="inWord" n="449" rend="rj"
            />tery, and euery thing in extremitie: I must hence to wait, I<lb n="450"/>beseech you
            follow straight. <stage rend="italic">Exit.</stage>
            <lb n="451"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mo.</speaker>
          <ab>We follow thee, <hi rend="italic">Iuliet,</hi> the Countie staies.<lb n="452"
              rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nurse.</speaker>
          <ab>Goe Gyrle, seeke happie nights to happy daies.<lb n="453"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Exeunt.</stage>
            <lb n="454"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benuolio, with fiue or sixe<lb n="455"
              />other Maskers, Torch-bearers.</stage>
            <lb n="456" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>What shall this spech be spoke for our excuse?<lb n="457"/>Or shall we on without
              Apologie?<lb n="458"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>The date is out of such prolixitie,<lb n="459"/>Weele haue no <hi rend="italic"
              >Cupid,</hi> hood winkt with a skarfe,<lb n="460"/>Bearing a Tartars painted Bow of
              lath,<lb n="461"/>Skaring the Ladies like a Crow-keeper.<lb n="462"/>But let them
            measure vs by what they will,<lb n="463"/>Weele measure them with a Measure, and be
              gone.<lb n="464"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Giue me a Torch, I am not for this ambling.<lb n="465"/>Being but heauy I will beare
            the light.<lb n="466"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Nay gentle <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi> we must haue you dance.<lb n="467"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Not I beleeue me, you haue dancing shooes<lb n="468"/>With nimble soles, I haue a
            soale of Lead<lb n="469"/>So stakes me to the ground, I cannot moue.<lb n="470"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>You are a Louer, borrow <hi rend="italic">Cupids</hi> wings,<lb n="471"/>And soare
            with them aboue a common bound.<lb n="472"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>I am too sore enpearced with his shaft,<lb n="473"/>To soare with his light feathers,
            and to bound:<lb n="474"/>I cannot bound a pitch aboue dull woe,<lb n="475"/>Vnder loues
            heauy burthen doe I sinke.<lb n="476"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Hora.</speaker>
          <ab>And to sinke in it should you burthen loue,<lb n="477"/>Too great oppression for a
            tender thing.<lb n="478"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Is loue a tender thing? it is too rough,<lb n="479"/>Too rude, too boysterous, and it
            pricks like thorne.<lb n="480" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>If loue be rough with you, be rough with loue,<lb n="481"/>Pricke loue for pricking,
            and you beat loue downe,<lb n="482"/>Giue me a Case to put my visage in,<lb n="483"/>A
            Visor for a Visor, what care I<lb n="484"/>What curious eye doth quote deformities:<lb
              n="485"/>Here are the Beetle-browes shall blush for me.<lb n="486"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Come knocke and enter, and no sooner in,<lb n="487"/>But euery man betake him to his
              legs.<lb n="488"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>A Torch for me, let wantons light of heart<lb n="489"/>Tickle the sencelesse rushes
            with their heeles:<lb n="490"/>For I am prouerb'd with a Grandsier Phrase,<lb n="491"
            />Ile be a Candle-holder and looke on,<lb n="492"/>The game was nere so faire, and I am
            done. <pb n="ee5"/>
            <lb n="493" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Tut, duns the Mouse, the Constables owne word,<lb n="494"/>If thou art dun, weele draw
            thee from the mire.<lb n="495"/>Or saue your reuerence loue, wherein thou stickest<lb
              n="496"/>Vp to the eares, come we burne day-light ho.<lb n="497"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Nay that's not so.<lb n="498"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>I meane sir I delay,<lb n="499"/>We <seg type="homograph">wast</seg> our lights in
            vaine, lights, lights, by day;<lb n="500"/>Take our good meaning, for our Iudgement
              sits<lb n="501"/>Fiue times in that, ere once in our fiue wits.<lb n="502"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>And we meane well in going to this Maske,<lb n="503"/>But 'tis no wit to go.<lb
              n="504"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Why may one aske?<lb n="505"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>I dreampt a dreame to night.<lb n="506"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>And so did I.<lb n="507"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Well what was yours?<lb n="508"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>That dreamers often lye.<lb n="509" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ro.</speaker>
          <ab>In bed <seg type="homograph">a</seg> sleepe while they do dreame things true.<lb
              n="510" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>O then I see Queene Mab hath beene with you:<lb n="511" rend="rj"/>She is the Fairies
            Midwife, &amp; she comes in shape no big-<lb n="512" rend="rj" type="inWord"/>ger then
            Agat-stone, on the fore-finger of an Alderman,<lb n="513" rend="rj"/>drawne with a teeme
            of little Atomies, ouer mens noses as<lb n="514" rend="rj"/>they lie asleepe: her Waggon
            Spokes made of long Spin-<lb n="515" rend="rj" type="inWord"/>ners legs: the Couer of
            the wings of Grashoppers, her<lb n="516" rend="rj"/>Traces of the smallest Spiders web,
            her coullers of the<lb n="517" rend="rj"/>Moonshines watry Beames, her Whip of Crickets
              bone,<lb n="518" rend="rj"/>the Lash of Philome, her Waggoner, a small gray-coated<lb
              n="519" rend="rj"/>Gnat, not halfe so bigge as a round little Worme, prickt<lb n="520"
              rend="rj"/>from the Lazie-finger of a man. Her Chariot is an emptie<lb n="521"
              rend="rj"/>Haselnut, made by the Ioyner Squirrel or old Grub, time<lb n="522"
              rend="rj"/>out <seg type="homograph">a</seg> mind, the Faries Coach-makers: &amp; in
            this state she<lb n="523" rend="rj"/>gallops night by night, through Louers braines: and
              then<lb n="524" rend="rj"/>they dreame of Loue. On Courtiers knees, that dreame on<lb
              n="525" rend="rj"/>Cursies strait: ore Lawyers fingers, who strait dreampt on<lb
              n="526" rend="rj"/>Fees, ore Ladies lips, who strait on kisses dreame, which<lb
              n="527" rend="rj"/>oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, because their<lb n="528"
              rend="rj"/>breath with Sweet meats tainted are. Sometime she gal-<lb n="529" rend="rj"
              type="inWord"/>lops ore a Courtiers nose, &amp; then dreames he of smelling<lb n="530"
              rend="rj"/>out a sute: &amp; somtime comes she with Tith pigs tale, tick-<lb n="531"
              rend="rj" type="inWord"/>ling a Parsons nose as <seg type="homograph">a</seg> lies
            asleepe, then he dreames of<lb n="532" rend="rj"/>another Benefice. Sometime she driueth
            ore a Souldiers<lb n="533" rend="rj"/>necke, &amp; then dreames he of cutting Forraine
            throats, of<lb n="534" rend="rj"/>Breaches, Ambuscados, Spanish Blades: Of Healths
              fiue<lb n="535" rend="rj"/>Fadome deepe, and then anon drums in his eares, at which<lb
              n="536" rend="rj"/>he startes and wakes; and being thus frighted, sweares a<lb n="537"
              rend="rj"/>prayer or two &amp; sleepes againe: this is that very Mab that<lb n="538"
              rend="rj"/>plats the manes of Horses in the night: &amp; bakes the Elk-<lb n="539"
              rend="rj" type="inWord"/>locks in foule sluttish haires, which once vntangled, much<lb
              n="540"/>misfortune bodes,<lb n="541"/>This is the hag, when Maides lie on their
              backs,<lb n="542"/>That presses them, and learnes them first to beare,<lb n="543"
            />Making them women of good carriage:<lb n="544"/>This is she.<lb n="545"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Peace, peace, <hi rend="italic">Mercutio</hi> peace,<lb n="546"/>Thou talk'st of
              nothing.<lb n="547"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>True, I talke of dreames:<lb n="548"/>Which are the children of an idle braine,<lb
              n="549"/>Begot of nothing, but vaine phantasie,<lb n="550"/>Which is as thin of
            substance as the ayre,<lb n="551"/>And more inconstant then the wind, who wooes<lb
              n="552"/>Euen now the frozen bosome of the North:<lb n="553"/>And being anger'd,
            puffes away from thence,<lb n="554"/>Turning his side to the dew dropping South.<lb
              n="555" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>This wind you talke of blowes vs from our selues,<lb n="556"/>Supper is done, and we
            shall come too late.<lb n="557"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>I feare too early, for my mind misgiues,<lb n="558"/>Some consequence yet hanging in
            the starres,<lb n="559"/>Shall bitterly begin his fearefull date<lb n="560"/>With this
            nights reuels, and expire the tearme<lb n="561"/>Of a despised life clos'd in my
              brest:<lb n="562"/>By some vile forfeit of vntimely death.<lb n="563"/>But he that
            hath the stirrage of my course,<lb n="564"/>Direct my sute: on lustie Gentlemen.<lb
              n="565"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Strike Drum.<lb n="566" rend="rj"/>
            <stage rend="italic">They march about the Stage, and Seruingmen come forth<lb n="567"
              />with their napkins.</stage>
            <lb n="568"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Seruant.</stage>
            <lb n="569" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
          <ab>Where's <hi rend="italic">Potpan,</hi> that he helpes not to take away?<lb n="570"/>He
            shift a Trencher? he scrape a Trencher?<lb n="571" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker>1.</speaker>
          <ab>When good manners, shall lie in one or two mens<lb n="572"/>hands, and they vnwasht
            too, 'tis a foule thing.<lb n="573" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
          <ab>Away with the Ioynstooles, remoue the Court-<lb type="inWord" n="574" rend="rj"
            />cubbord, looke to the Plate: good thou, saue mee a piece<lb n="575" rend="rj"/>of
            Marchpane, and as thou louest me, let the Porter let in<lb n="576"/>
            <hi rend="italic">Susan Grindstone,</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Nell, Anthonie</hi> and
              <hi rend="italic">Potpan.</hi>
            <lb n="577"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker>2.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">I</seg> Boy readie.<lb n="578" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
          <ab>You are lookt for, and cal'd for, askt for, &amp; sought<lb n="579"/>for, in the great
              Chamber.<lb n="580"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker>1.</speaker>
          <ab>We cannot be here and there too, chearly Boyes,<lb n="581"/>Be brisk awhile, and the
            longer liuer take all.<lb n="582"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Exeunt.</stage>
            <lb n="583"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter all the Guests and Gentlewomen to the<lb n="584"
              />Maskers.</stage>
            <lb n="585"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker>1. <hi rend="italic">Capu.</hi>
          </speaker>
          <ab>Welcome Gentlemen,<lb n="586"/>Ladies that haue their toes<lb n="587"/>Vnplagu'd with
            Cornes, will walke about with you:<lb n="588"/>Ah my Mistresses, which of you all<lb
              n="589"/>Will now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,<lb n="590"/>She Ile sweare
            hath Cornes: am I come neare ye now?<lb n="591"/>Welcome Gentlemen, I haue seene the
              day<lb n="592"/>That I haue worne a Visor, and could tell<lb n="593"/>A whispering
            tale in a faire Ladies eare:<lb n="594"/>Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone,
            'tis gone,<lb n="595"/>You are welcome Gentlemen, come Musitians play:<lb n="596"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Musicke plaies: and they dance.</stage>
            <lb n="597"/>A Hall, Hall, giue roome, and foote it Girles,<lb n="598"/>More light you
            knaues, and turne the Tables vp:<lb n="599"/>And quench the fire, the Roome is growne
            too hot.<lb n="600"/>Ah sirrah, this vnlookt for sport comes well:<lb n="601"/>Nay sit,
            nay sit, good Cozin <hi rend="italic">Capulet,</hi>
            <lb n="602"/>For you and I are past our dauncing daies:<lb n="603"/>How long 'ist now
            since last your selfe and I<lb n="604"/>Were in a Maske?<lb n="605"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker>2. <hi rend="italic">Capu.</hi>
          </speaker>
          <ab>Berlady thirty yeares.<lb n="606" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker>1. <hi rend="italic">Capu.</hi>
          </speaker>
          <ab>What man: 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much,<lb n="607"/>'Tis since the Nuptiall of
              <hi rend="italic">Lucentio,</hi>
            <lb n="608"/>Come Pentycost as quickely as it will,<lb n="609"/>Some fiue and twenty
            yeares, and then we Maskt.<lb n="610"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker>2. <hi rend="italic">Cap.</hi>
          </speaker>
          <ab>'Tis more, 'tis more, his Sonne is elder sir:<lb n="611"/>His Sonne is thirty.<lb
              n="612"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker>3. <hi rend="italic">Cap.</hi>
          </speaker>
          <ab>Will you tell me that?<lb n="613"/>His Sonne was but a Ward two yeares agoe.<lb
              n="614" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>What Ladie is that which doth inrich the hand<lb n="615"/>Of yonder Knight?<lb n="616"
            />
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
          <ab>I know not sir.<lb n="617" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>O she doth teach the Torches to burne bright:<lb n="618"/>It seemes she hangs vpon the
            cheeke of night,<lb n="619"/>As a rich Iewel in an Aethiops eare:<lb n="620"/>Beauty too
            rich for vse, for earth too deare:<lb n="621"/>So shewes a Snowy Doue trooping with
              Crowes,<lb n="622"/>As yonder Lady ore her fellowes showes;<lb n="623"/>The measure
            done, Ile watch her place of stand,<lb n="624"/>And touching hers, make blessed my rude
            hand. <pb n="ee5v"/>
            <lb n="625"/>Did my heart loue till now, forsweare it sight,<lb n="626"/>For I neuer saw
            true Beauty till this night.<lb n="627"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
          <ab>This by his voice, should be a <hi rend="italic">Mountague.</hi>
            <lb n="628"/>Fetch me my Rapier Boy, what dares the slaue<lb n="629"/>Come hither
            couer'd with an antique face,<lb n="630"/>To fleere and scorne at our Solemnitie?<lb
              n="631"/>Now by the stocke and Honour of my kin,<lb n="632"/>To strike him dead I hold
            it not a sin.<lb n="633"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>Why how now kinsman,<lb n="634"/>Wherefore storme you so?<lb n="635"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
          <ab>Vncle this is a <hi rend="italic">Mountague,</hi> our foe:<lb n="636"/>A Villaine that
            is hither come in spight,<lb n="637"/>To scorne at our Solemnitie this night.<lb n="638"
            />
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>Young <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> is it?<lb n="639"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
          <ab>'Tis he, that Villaine <hi rend="italic">Romeo.</hi>
            <lb n="640"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>Content thee gentle Coz, let him alone,<lb n="641"/>
            <seg type="homograph">A</seg> beares him like a portly Gentleman:<lb n="642"/>And to say
            truth, <hi rend="italic">Verona</hi> brags of him,<lb n="643"/>To be a vertuous and well
            gouern'd youth:<lb n="644"/>I would not for the wealth of all the towne,<lb n="645"
            />Here in my house do him disparagement:<lb n="646"/>Therfore be patient, take no note
            of him,<lb n="647"/>It is my <seg type="homograph">will</seg>, the which if thou
              respect,<lb n="648"/>Shew a faire presence, and put off these frownes,<lb n="649"/>An
              <seg type="homograph">ill</seg> beseeming semblance for a Feast<lb n="650"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
          <ab>It fits when such a Villaine is a guest,<lb n="651"/>Ile not endure him.<lb n="652"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>He shall be endur'd.<lb n="653"/>What goodman boy, I say he shall, go <seg
              type="homograph">too</seg>,<lb n="654"/>Am I the Maister here or you? go <seg
              type="homograph">too</seg>,<lb n="655"/>Youle not endure him, God shall mend my
              soule,<lb n="656"/>Youle make a Mutinie among the Guests:<lb n="657"/>You will set
            cocke <seg type="homograph">a</seg> hoope, youle be the man.<lb n="658"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
          <ab>Why Vncle, 'tis a shame.<lb n="659"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>Go <seg type="homograph">too</seg>, go <seg type="homograph">too</seg>,<lb n="660"
            />You are a sawcy Boy, 'ist so indeed?<lb n="661"/>This tricke may chance to scath you,
            I know what,<lb n="662"/>You must contrary me, marry 'tis time.<lb n="663"/>Well said my
            hearts, you are a Princox, goe,<lb n="664"/>Be quiet, or more light, more light for
              shame,<lb n="665"/>Ile make you quiet. What, chearely my hearts.<lb n="666"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
          <ab>Patience perforce, with wilfull choler meeting,<lb n="667"/>Makes my flesh tremble in
            their different greeting:<lb n="668"/>I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall<lb
              n="669"/>Now seeming sweet, conuert to bitter gall. <stage rend="italic">Exit.</stage>
            <lb n="670"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>If I prophane with my vnworthiest hand,<lb n="671"/>This holy shrine, the gentle sin
            is this,<lb n="672"/>My lips to blushing Pilgrims did ready stand,<lb n="673"/>To smooth
            that rough touch, with a tender kisse.<lb n="674"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Good Pilgrime,<lb n="675"/>You do wrong your hand too much.<lb n="676"/>Which mannerly
            deuotion shewes in this,<lb n="677"/>For Saints haue hands, that Pilgrims hands do
              tuch,<lb n="678"/>And palme to palme, is holy Palmers kisse.<lb n="679"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Haue not Saints lips, and holy Palmers too?<lb n="680"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">I</seg> Pilgrim, lips that they must vse in prayer.<lb n="681"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>O then deare Saint, let lips do what hands do,<lb n="682"/>They pray (grant thou)
            least faith turne to dispaire.<lb n="683"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Saints do not moue,<lb n="684"/>Though grant for prayers sake.<lb n="685" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Then moue not while my prayers effect I take:<lb n="686"/>Thus from my lips, by thine
            my sin is purg'd.<lb n="687"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Then haue my lips the sin that they haue tooke.<lb n="688"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Sin from my lips? O trespasse sweetly vrg'd:<lb n="689"/>Giue me my sin againe.<lb
              n="690"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>You kisse by'th' booke.<lb n="691"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Madam your Mother craues a word with you.<lb n="692"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>What is her Mother?<lb n="693"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nurs.</speaker>
          <ab>Marrie Batcheler,<lb n="694"/>Her Mother is the Lady of the house,<lb n="695"/>And a
            good Lady, and a wise, and Vertuous,<lb n="696"/>I Nur'st her Daughter that you talkt
              withall:<lb n="697"/>I tell you, he that can lay hold of her,<lb n="698"/>Shall haue
            the chincks.<lb n="699"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Is she a <hi rend="italic">Capulet</hi>?<lb n="700"/>O deare account! My life is my
            foes debt.<lb n="701"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Away, be gone, the sport is at the best.<lb n="702"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">I</seg> so I feare, the more is my vnrest.<lb n="703"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>Nay Gentlemen prepare not to be gone,<lb n="704"/>We haue a trifling foolish Banquet
              towards:<lb n="705"/>Is it e'ne so? why then I thanke you all.<lb n="706"/>I thanke
            you honest Gentlemen, good night:<lb n="707"/>More Torches here: come on, then let's to
              bed.<lb n="708"/>Ah sirrah, by my faie it waxes late,<lb n="709"/>Ile to my rest.<lb
              n="710"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iuli.</speaker>
          <ab>Come hither Nurse,<lb n="711"/>What is yond Gentleman:<lb n="712"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>The Sonne and Heire of old <hi rend="italic">Tyberio.</hi>
            <lb n="713"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iuli.</speaker>
          <ab>What's he that now is going out of doore?<lb n="714"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Marrie that I thinke be young <hi rend="italic">Petruchio.</hi>
            <lb n="715" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>What's he that follows here that would not dance?<lb n="716"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>I know not.<lb n="717"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Go aske his name: if he be married,<lb n="718"/>My graue is like to be my wedded
              bed.<lb n="719"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>His name is <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi> and a <hi rend="italic">Mountague,</hi>
            <lb n="720"/>The onely Sonne of your great Enemie.<lb n="721"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>My onely Loue sprung from my onely hate,<lb n="722"/>Too early seene, vnknowne, and
            knowne too late,<lb n="723"/>Prodigious birth of Loue it is to me,<lb n="724"/>That I
            must loue a loathed Enemie.<lb n="725"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>What's this? whats this?<lb n="726"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>A rime, I learne euen now<lb n="727"/>Of one I dan'st withall.<lb n="728"/>
            <stage rend="italic">One cals within, Iuliet.</stage>
            <lb n="729"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Anon, anon:<lb n="730"/>Come let's away, the strangers all are gone.<lb n="731"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Exeunt.</stage>
            <lb n="732"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Chorus.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <lb n="733"/>Now old desire doth in his death bed lie,<lb n="734"/>And yong affection
            gapes to be his Heire,<lb n="735"/>That faire, for which Loue gron'd for and would
              die,<lb n="736"/>With tender <hi rend="italic">Iuliet</hi> matcht, is now not
              faire.<lb n="737"/>Now <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> is beloued, and Loues againe,<lb
              n="738"/>
            <seg type="homograph">A</seg> like bewitched by the charme of lookes:<lb n="739"/>But to
            his foe suppos'd he must complaine,<lb n="740"/>And she steale Loues sweet bait from
            fearefull hookes:<lb n="741"/>Being held a foe, he may not haue accesse<lb n="742"/>To
            breath such vowes as Louers vse to sweare,<lb n="743"/>And she as much in Loue, her
            meanes much lesse,<lb n="744"/>To meete her new Beloued any where:<lb n="745"/>But
            passion lends them Power, time, meanes to meete,<lb n="746"/>Temp'ring extremities with
            extreame sweete.<lb n="747"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Romeo alone.</stage>
            <lb n="748"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Can I goe forward when my heart is here?<lb n="749"/>Turne backe dull earth, and find
            thy Center out.<lb n="750"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Benuolio, with Mercutio.</stage>
            <lb n="751"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi> my Cozen <hi rend="italic">Romeo, Romeo.</hi>
            <lb n="752"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Merc.</speaker>
          <ab>He is wise,<lb n="753"/>And on my life hath stolne him home to bed.<lb n="754"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>He ran this way and leapt this Orchard wall.<lb n="755"/>Call good <hi rend="italic"
              >Mercutio:</hi>
            <lb n="756"/>Nay, Ile coniure too. <pb n="ee6"/>
            <lb n="757"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi> Humours, Madman, Passion, Louer,<lb n="758"/>Appeare thou
            in the likenesse of a sigh,<lb n="759"/>Speake but one time, and I am satisfied:<lb
              n="760"/>Cry me but ay me, Prouant, but Loue and day,<lb n="761"/>Speake to my goship
              <hi rend="italic">Venus</hi> one faire word,<lb n="762"/>One Nickname for her purblind
            Sonne and her,<lb n="763"/>Young <hi rend="italic">Abraham Cupid</hi> he that shot so
              true,<lb n="764"/>When King <hi rend="italic">Cophetua</hi> lou'd the begger Maid,<lb
              n="765"/>He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moueth not,<lb n="766"/>The Ape is dead,
            I must coniure him,<lb n="767"/>I coniure thee by <hi rend="italic">Rosalines</hi>
            bright eyes,<lb n="768"/>By her High forehead, and her Scarlet lip,<lb n="769"/>By her
            Fine foote, Straight leg, and Quiuering thigh,<lb n="770"/>And the Demeanes, that there
            Adiacent lie,<lb n="771"/>That in thy likenesse thou appeare to vs.<lb n="772"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">And</seg> if he heare thee thou wilt anger him.<lb n="773"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>This cannot anger him, t'would anger him<lb n="774"/>To raise a spirit in his
            Mistresse circle,<lb n="775"/>Of some strange nature, letting it stand<lb n="776"/>Till
            she had laid it, and coniured it downe,<lb n="777"/>That were some spight.<lb n="778"
              rend="rj"/>My inuocation is faire and honest, &amp; in his Mistris name,<lb n="779"/>I
            coniure onely but to raise vp him.<lb n="780"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Come, he hath hid himselfe among these Trees<lb n="781"/>To be consorted with the
            Humerous night:<lb n="782"/>Blind is his Loue, and best befits the darke.<lb n="783"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>If Loue be blind, Loue cannot hit the marke,<lb n="784"/>Now will he sit vnder a
            Medler tree,<lb n="785"/>And wish his Mistresse were that kind of Fruite,<lb n="786"/>As
            Maides cal Medlers when they laugh alone,<lb n="787"/>O <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>
            that she were, O that she were<lb n="788"/>An open, or thou a Poprin Peare,<lb n="789"/>
            <hi rend="italic">
              <seg type="homograph">Romeo</seg>
            </hi> goodnight, Ile to my Truckle bed,<lb n="790"/>This Field-bed is <seg
              type="homograph">to</seg> cold for me to sleepe,<lb n="791"/>Come shall we go?<lb
              n="792"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Go then, for 'tis in vaine to seeke him here<lb n="793"/>That meanes not to be found.
              <stage rend="italic">Exeunt.</stage>
            <lb n="794"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>He ieasts at Scarres that neuer felt a wound,<lb n="795"/>But soft, what light through
            yonder window breaks?<lb n="796"/>It is the East, and <hi rend="italic">Iuliet</hi> is
            the Sunne,<lb n="797"/>Arise faire Sun and kill the enuious Moone,<lb n="798"/>Who is
            already sicke and pale with griefe,<lb n="799"/>That thou her Maid art far more faire
            then she:<lb n="800"/>Be not her Maid since she is enuious,<lb n="801"/>Her Vestal
            liuery is but sicke and greene,<lb n="802"/>And none but fooles do weare it, cast it
              off:<lb n="803" rend="rj"/>It is my Lady, O it is my Loue, O that she knew she
              were,<lb n="804"/>She speakes, yet she sayes nothing, what of that?<lb n="805"/>Her
            eye discourses, I will answere it:<lb n="806"/>I am too bold 'tis not to me she
              speakes:<lb n="807"/>Two of the fairest starres in all the Heauen,<lb n="808"/>Hauing
            some businesse do entreat her eyes,<lb n="809"/>To twinckle in their Spheres till they
              returne.<lb n="810"/>What if her eyes were there, they in her head,<lb n="811"
              rend="rj"/>The brightnesse of her cheeke would shame those starres,<lb n="812"/>As
            day-light doth a Lampe, her eye in heauen,<lb n="813"/>Would through the ayrie Region
            streame so bright,<lb n="814"/>That Birds would sing, and thinke it were not night:<lb
              n="815"/>See how she leanes her cheeke vpon her hand.<lb n="816"/>O that I were a
            Gloue vpon that hand,<lb n="817"/>That I might touch that cheeke.<lb n="818"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Ay me.<lb n="819"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>She speakes.<lb n="820"/>Oh speake againe bright Angell, for thou art<lb n="821"/>As
            glorious to this night being ore my head,<lb n="822"/>As is a winged messenger of
              heauen<lb n="823"/>Vnto the white vpturned wondring eyes<lb n="824"/>Of mortalls that
            fall backe to gaze on him,<lb n="825"/>When he bestrides the lazie puffing Cloudes,<lb
              n="826"/>And sailes vpon the bosome of the ayre.<lb n="827"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>O <hi rend="italic">Romeo, Romeo,</hi> wherefore art thou <hi rend="italic"
              >Romeo</hi>?<lb n="828"/>Denie thy Father and refuse thy name:<lb n="829"/>Or if thou
            wilt not, be but sworne to my Loue,<lb n="830"/>And Ile no longer be a <hi rend="italic"
              >Capulet.</hi>
            <lb n="831"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Shall I heare more, or shall I speake at this?<lb n="832"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iu.</speaker>
          <ab>'Tis but thy name that is my Enemy:<lb n="833"/>Thou art thy selfe, though not a <hi
              rend="italic">Mountague,</hi>
            <lb n="834"/>What's <hi rend="italic">Mountague</hi>? it is nor hand nor foote,<lb
              n="835"/>Nor arme, nor face, O be some other name<lb n="836"/>Belonging to a man.<lb
              n="837"/>What? in a names that which we call a Rose,<lb n="838"/>By any other word
            would smell as sweete,<lb n="839"/>So <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> would, were he not
              <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> cal'd,<lb n="840"/>Retaine that deare perfection which he
              owes,<lb n="841"/>Without that title <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi> doffe thy name,<lb
              n="842"/>And for thy name which is no part of thee,<lb n="843"/>Take all my selfe.<lb
              n="844"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>I take thee at thy word:<lb n="845"/>Call me but Loue, and Ile be new baptiz'd,<lb
              n="846"/>Hence foorth I neuer will be <hi rend="italic">Romeo.</hi>
            <lb n="847" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iuli.</speaker>
          <ab>What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night<lb n="848"/>So stumblest on my
              counsell?<lb n="849"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>By a name,<lb n="850"/>I know not how to tell thee who I am:<lb n="851"/>My name deare
            Saint, is hatefull to my selfe,<lb n="852"/>Because it is an Enemy to thee,<lb n="853"
            />Had I it written, I would teare the word.<lb n="854"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iuli.</speaker>
          <ab>My eares haue yet not drunke a hundred words<lb n="855"/>Of thy tongues vttering, yet
            I know the sound.<lb n="856"/>Art thou not <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi> and a <hi
              rend="italic">Montague</hi>?<lb n="857"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Neither faire Maid, if either thee dislike.<lb n="858"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>How cam'st thou hither.<lb n="859"/>Tell me, and wherefore?<lb n="860"/>The Orchard
            walls are high, and hard to climbe,<lb n="861"/>And the place death, considering who
            thou art,<lb n="862"/>If any of my kinsmen find thee here,<lb n="863"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>With Loues light wings<lb n="864"/>Did I ore-perch these Walls,<lb n="865"/>For stony
            limits cannot hold Loue out,<lb n="866"/>And what Loue can do, that dares Loue
              attempt:<lb n="867"/>Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.<lb n="868"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>If they do see thee, they will murther thee.<lb n="869"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Alacke there lies more perill in thine eye,<lb n="870"/>Then twenty of their Swords,
            looke thou but sweete,<lb n="871"/>And I am proofe against their enmity.<lb n="872"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>I would not for the world they saw thee here.<lb n="873"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>I haue nights cloake to hide me from their eyes<lb n="874"/>
            <seg type="homograph">And</seg> but thou loue me, let them finde me here,<lb n="875"/>My
            life were better ended by their hate,<lb n="876"/>Then death proroged wanting of thy
              Loue.<lb n="877" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>By whose direction found'st thou out this place?<lb n="878"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>By Loue that first did prompt me to enquire,<lb n="879"/>He lent me counsell, and I
            lent him eyes,<lb n="880"/>I am no Pylot, yet wert thou as far<lb n="881"/>As that
            vast-shore-washet with the farthest Sea,<lb n="882"/>I should aduenture for such
              Marchandise.<lb n="883"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Thou knowest the maske of night is on my face,<lb n="884"/>Else would a Maiden blush
            bepaint my cheeke,<lb n="885"/>For that which thou hast heard me speake to night,<lb
              n="886"/>Faine would I dwell on forme, faine, faine, denie<lb n="887"/>What I haue
            spoke, but farewell Complement,<lb n="888"/>Doest thou Loue? I know thou wilt say <seg
              type="homograph">I</seg>, <pb n="ee6v"/>
            <lb n="889"/>And I will take thy word, yet if thou swear'st,<lb n="890"/>Thou maiest
            proue false: at Louers periuries<lb n="891"/>They say <hi rend="italic">Ioue</hi>
            laught, oh gentle <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi>
            <lb n="892"/>If thou dost Loue, pronounce it faithfully:<lb n="893"/>Or if thou thinkest
            I am too quickly wonne,<lb n="894"/>Ile frowne and be peruerse, and say thee nay,<lb
              n="895"/>So thou wilt wooe: But else not for the world.<lb n="896"/>In truth faire <hi
              rend="italic">Mountague</hi> I am too fond:<lb n="897"/>And therefore thou maiest
            thinke my behauiour light,<lb n="898"/>But trust me Gentleman, Ile proue more true,<lb
              n="899"/>Then those that haue coying to be strange,<lb n="900"/>I should haue beene
            more strange, I must confesse,<lb n="901"/>But that thou ouer heard'st ere I was ware<lb
              n="902"/>My true Loues passion, therefore pardon me,<lb n="903"/>And not impute this
            yeelding to light Loue,<lb n="904"/>Which the darke night hath so discouered.<lb n="905"
            />
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Lady, by yonder Moone I vow,<lb n="906"/>That tips with siluer all these Fruite tree
              tops.<lb n="907" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>O sweare not by the Moone, th' inconstant Moone,<lb n="908"/>That monethly changes in
            her circled Orbe,<lb n="909"/>Least that thy Loue proue likewise variable.<lb n="910"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>What shall I sweare by?<lb n="911"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Do not sweare at all:<lb n="912"/>Or if thou wilt sweare by thy gratious selfe,<lb
              n="913"/>Which is the God of my Idolatry,<lb n="914"/>And Ile beleeue thee.<lb n="915"
            />
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>If my hearts deare loue.<lb n="916"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iuli.</speaker>
          <ab>Well do not sweare, although I ioy in thee:<lb n="917"/>I haue no ioy of this contract
            to night,<lb n="918"/>It is too rash, too vnaduis'd, too sudden,<lb n="919"/>Too like
            the lightning which doth cease to be<lb n="920"/>Ere, one can say, it lightens, Sweete
            good night:<lb n="921"/>This bud of Loue by Summers ripening breath,<lb n="922"/>May
            proue a beautious Flower when next we meete:<lb n="923"/>Goodnight, goodnight, as sweete
            repose and rest,<lb n="924"/>Come to thy heart, as that within my brest.<lb n="925"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>O wilt thou leaue me so vnsatisfied?<lb n="926"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iuli.</speaker>
          <ab>What satisfaction can'st thou haue to night?<lb n="927" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ro.</speaker>
          <ab>Th' exchange of thy Loues faithfull vow for mine.<lb n="928"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>I gaue thee mine before thou did'st request it:<lb n="929"/>And yet I would it were to
            giue againe.<lb n="930"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Would'st thou withdraw it,<lb n="931"/>For what purpose Loue?<lb n="932"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>But to be franke and giue it thee againe,<lb n="933"/>And yet I wish but for the thing
            I haue,<lb n="934"/>My bounty is as boundlesse as the Sea,<lb n="935"/>My Loue as deepe,
            the more I giue to thee<lb n="936"/>The more I haue, for both are Infinite:<lb n="937"
            />I heare some noyse within deare Loue adue:<lb n="938"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Cals within.</stage>
            <lb n="939"/>Anon good Nurse, sweet <hi rend="italic">Mountague</hi> be true:<lb n="940"
            />Stay but a little, I will come againe.<lb n="941"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>O blessed blessed night, I am afear'd<lb n="942"/>Being in night, all this is but a
              dreame,<lb n="943"/>Too flattering sweet to be substantiall.<lb n="944"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Three words deare <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi>
            <lb n="945"/>And goodnight indeed,<lb n="946"/>If that thy bent of Loue be
              Honourable,<lb n="947"/>Thy purpose marriage, send me word to morrow,<lb n="948"/>By
            one that Ile procure to come to thee,<lb n="949"/>Where and what time thou wilt performe
            the right,<lb n="950"/>And all my Fortunes at thy foote Ile lay,<lb n="951"/>And follow
            thee my Lord throughout the world.<lb n="952"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Within:</speaker>
          <ab>Madam.<lb n="953"/>I come, anon: but if thou meanest not well,<lb n="954"/>I do
            beseech thee </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Within:</speaker>
          <ab>Madam.<lb n="955"/>(By and <seg type="homograph">by</seg> I come)<lb n="956"/>To cease
            thy strife, and leaue me to my griefe,<lb n="957"/>To morrow will I send.<lb n="958"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>So thriue my soule.<lb n="959"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iu.</speaker>
          <ab>A thousand times goodnight. <stage rend="italic">Exit.</stage>
            <lb n="960" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rome.</speaker>
          <ab>A thousand times the worse to want thy light,<lb n="961" rend="rj"/>Loue goes toward
            Loue as school-boyes fro[m] their books<lb n="962" rend="rj"/>But Loue fro[m] Loue,
            towards schoole with heauie lookes.<lb n="963"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Iuliet againe.</stage>
            <lb n="964"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Hist <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> hist: O for a Falkners voice,<lb n="965"/>To lure
            this Tassell gentle backe againe,<lb n="966"/>Bondage is hoarse, and may not speake
              aloud,<lb n="967"/>Else would I teare the Caue where Eccho lies,<lb n="968"/>And make
            her ayrie tongue more hoarse, then<lb n="969"/>With repetition of my <hi rend="italic"
              >Romeo.</hi>
            <lb n="970"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>It is my soule that calls vpon my name.<lb n="971"/>How siluer sweet, sound Louers
            tongues by night,<lb n="972"/>Like softest Musicke to attending eares.<lb n="973"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Romeo.</hi>
            <lb n="974"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>My Neece.<lb n="975"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>What <seg type="homograph">a</seg> clock to morrow<lb n="976"/>Shall I send to
              thee?<lb n="977"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>By the houre of nine.<lb n="978"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>I will not faile, 'tis twenty yeares till then,<lb n="979"/>I haue forgot why I did
            call thee backe.<lb n="980"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Let me stand here till thou remember it.<lb n="981"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>I shall forget, to haue thee still stand there,<lb n="982"/>Remembring how I Loue thy
              company.<lb n="983"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>And Ile still stay, to haue thee still forget,<lb n="984"/>Forgetting any other home
            but this.<lb n="985"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>'Tis almost morning, I would haue thee gone,<lb n="986"/>And yet no further then a
            wantons Bird,<lb n="987"/>That let's it hop a little from his hand,<lb n="988"/>Like a
            poore prisoner in his twisted Gyues,<lb n="989"/>And with a silken thred plucks it backe
              againe,<lb n="990"/>So louing Iealous of his liberty.<lb n="991"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>I would I were thy Bird.<lb n="992"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Sweet so would I,<lb n="993"/>Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing:<lb n="994"
            />Good night, good night.<lb n="995"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Parting is such sweete sorrow,<lb n="996"/>That I shall say goodnight, till it be
              morrow.<lb n="997" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Sleepe dwell vpon thine eyes, peace in thy brest.<lb n="998" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Would I were sleepe and peace so sweet to rest,<lb n="999"/>The gray ey'd morne smiles
            on the frowning night,<lb n="1000"/>Checkring the Easterne Clouds with streakes of
              light,<lb n="1001"/>And darkenesse fleckel'd like a drunkard reeles,<lb n="1002"/>From
            forth dayes pathway, made by <hi rend="italic">Titans</hi> wheeles.<lb n="1003"/>Hence
            will I to my ghostly Friers close Cell,<lb n="1004"/>His helpe to craue, and my deare
            hap to tell. <stage rend="italic">Exit.</stage>
            <lb n="1005"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Frier alone with a basket.</stage>
            <lb n="1006" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>The gray ey'd morne smiles on the frowning night,<lb n="1007"/>Checkring the Easterne
            Cloudes with streaks of light:<lb n="1008"/>And fleckled darknesse like a drunkard
              reeles,<lb n="1009"/>From forth daies path, and <hi rend="italic">Titans</hi> burning
              wheeles:<lb n="1010"/>Now ere the Sun aduance his burning eye,<lb n="1011"/>The day to
            cheere, and nights danke dew to dry,<lb n="1012"/>I must vpfill this Osier Cage of
              ours,<lb n="1013"/>With balefull weedes, and precious Iuiced flowers,<lb n="1014"/>The
            earth that's Natures mother, is her Tombe,<lb n="1015"/>What is her burying graue that
            is her wombe:<lb n="1016"/>And from her wombe children of diuers kind <pb n="ff1"/>
            <lb n="1017"/>We sucking on her naturall bosome find:<lb n="1018"/>Many for many vertues
              excellent:<lb n="1019"/>None but for some, and yet all different.<lb n="1020"/>O
            mickle is the powerfull grace that lies<lb n="1021"/>In Plants, Hearbs, stones, and
            their true qualities:<lb n="1022"/>For nought so vile, that on earth doth liue,<lb
              n="1023"/>But to the earth some speciall good doth giue.<lb n="1024"/>Nor ought so
            good, but strain'd from that faire vse,<lb n="1025"/>Reuolts from true birth, stumbling
            on abuse.<lb n="1026"/>Vertue it selfe turnes vice being misapplied,<lb n="1027"/>And
            vice sometime by action dignified.<lb n="1028"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Romeo.</stage>
            <lb n="1029"/>Within the infant rind of this weake flower,<lb n="1030"/>Poyson hath
            residence, and medicine power:<lb n="1031"/>For this being smelt, with that part cheares
            each part,<lb n="1032"/>Being tasted stayes all sences with the heart.<lb n="1033"/>Two
            such opposed Kings encampe them still,<lb n="1034"/>In man as well as Hearbes, grace and
            rude will:<lb n="1035"/>And where the worser is predominant,<lb n="1036"/>Full soone the
            Canker death eates vp that Plant.<lb n="1037"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Good morrow Father.<lb n="1038"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Benedecite.<lb n="1039"/>What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?<lb n="1040"/>Young
            Sonne, it argues a distempered head,<lb n="1041"/>So soone to bid goodmorrow to thy
              bed;<lb n="1042"/>Care keepes his watch in euery old mans eye,<lb n="1043"/>And where
            Care lodges, sleepe will neuer lye:<lb n="1044"/>But where vnbrused youth with vnstuft
              braine<lb n="1045"/>Doth couch his lims, there, golden sleepe doth raigne;<lb n="1046"
            />Therefore thy earlinesse doth me assure,<lb n="1047"/>Thou art vprous'd with some
              distemprature;<lb n="1048"/>Or if not so, then here I hit it right.<lb n="1049"/>Our
              <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> hath not beene in bed to night.<lb n="1050"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine.<lb n="1051"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>God pardon sin: wast thou with <hi rend="italic">Rosaline</hi>?<lb n="1052"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>With <hi rend="italic">Rosaline,</hi> my ghostly Father? No,<lb n="1053"/>I haue
            forgot that name, and that names woe.<lb n="1054" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>That's my good Son, but wher hast thou bin then?<lb n="1055"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Ile tell thee ere thou aske it me agen:<lb n="1056"/>I haue beene feasting with mine
              enemie,<lb n="1057"/>Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,<lb n="1058"/>That's by me
            wounded: both our remedies<lb n="1059"/>Within thy helpe and holy phisicke lies:<lb
              n="1060"/>I beare no hatred, blessed man: for loe<lb n="1061"/>My intercession
            likewise steads my foe.<lb n="1062"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Be plaine good Son, rest homely in thy drift,<lb n="1063"/>Ridling confession, findes
            but ridling shrift.<lb n="1064" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Then plainly know my hearts deare Loue is set,<lb n="1065"/>On the faire daughter of
            rich <hi rend="italic">Capulet:</hi>
            <lb n="1066"/>As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;<lb n="1067"/>And all combin'd,
            saue what thou must combine<lb n="1068"/>By holy marriage: when and where, and how,<lb
              n="1069"/>We met, we wooed, and made exchange of vow:<lb n="1070"/>Ile tell thee as we
            passe, but this I pray,<lb n="1071"/>That thou consent to marrie vs to day.<lb n="1072"
            />
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Holy S[aint]. <hi rend="italic">Francis,</hi> what a change is heere?<lb n="1073"/>Is
              <hi rend="italic">Rosaline</hi> that thou didst Loue so deare<lb n="1074"/>So soone
            forsaken? young mens Loue then lies<lb n="1075"/>Not truely in their hearts, but in
            their eyes.<lb n="1076"/>Iesu <hi rend="italic">Maria,</hi> what a deale of brine<lb
              n="1077"/>Hath washt thy sallow cheekes for <hi rend="italic">Rosaline</hi>?<lb
              n="1078"/>How much salt water throwne away in <seg type="homograph">wast</seg>,<lb
              n="1079"/>To season Loue that of it doth not tast.<lb n="1080"/>The Sun not yet thy
            sighes, from heauen cleares,<lb n="1081"/>Thy old grones yet ringing in my auncient
              eares:<lb n="1082"/>Lo here vpon thy cheeke the staine doth sit,<lb n="1083"/>Of an
            old teare that is not washt off yet.<lb n="1084"/>If ere thou wast thy selfe, and these
            woes thine,<lb n="1085"/>Thou and these woes, were all for <hi rend="italic"
              >Rosaline.</hi>
            <lb n="1086"/>And art thou chang'd? pronounce this sentence then,<lb n="1087"/>Women may
            fall, when there's no strength in men.<lb n="1088"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Thou chid'st me oft for louing <hi rend="italic">Rosaline.</hi>
            <lb n="1089"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>For doting, not for louing pupill mine.<lb n="1090"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>And bad'st me bury Loue.<lb n="1091"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Not in a graue,<lb n="1092"/>To lay one in, another out to haue.<lb n="1093"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>I pray thee chide me not, her I Loue now<lb n="1094"/>Doth grace for grace, and Loue
            for Loue allow:<lb n="1095"/>The other did not so.<lb n="1096"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>O she knew well,<lb n="1097"/>Thy Loue did read by rote, that could not spell:<lb
              n="1098"/>But come young wauerer, come goe with me,<lb n="1099"/>In one respect, Ile
            thy assistant be:<lb n="1100"/>For this alliance may so happy proue,<lb n="1101"/>To
            turne your houshould rancor to pure Loue.<lb n="1102"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>O let vs hence, I stand on sudden <seg type="homograph">hast</seg>.<lb n="1103"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Wisely and slow, they stumble that run fast.<lb n="1104"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Exeunt</stage>
            <lb n="1105"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Benuolio and Mercutio.</stage>
            <lb n="1106" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Where the deule should this <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> be? came he<lb n="1107"/>not
            home to night?<lb n="1108"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Not to his Fathers, I spoke with his man.<lb n="1109" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Why that same pale hard-harted wench, that <hi rend="italic">Ro-saline</hi>
            <lb n="1110"/>torments him so, that he will sure run mad.<lb n="1111" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Tibalt,</hi> the kinsman to old <hi rend="italic">Capulet,</hi> hath
            sent a Let-<lb n="1112" type="inWord"/>ter to his Fathers house.<lb n="1113"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>A challenge on my life.<lb n="1114"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> will answere it.<lb n="1115"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Any man that can write, may answere a Letter.<lb n="1116" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Nay, he will answere the Letters Maister how he<lb n="1117"/>dares, being dared.<lb
              n="1118" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Alas poore <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi> he is already dead stab'd with<lb n="1119"
              rend="rj"/>a white wenches blacke eye, runne through the eare with<lb n="1120"
              rend="rj"/>a Loue song, the very pinne of his heart, cleft with the<lb n="1121"
              rend="rj"/>blind Bowe-boyes but-shaft, and is he a man to encounter<lb n="1122"/>
            <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>?<lb n="1123"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Why what is <hi rend="italic">Tibalt</hi>?<lb n="1124" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>More then Prince of Cats. Oh hee's the Couragi-<lb n="1125" rend="rj" type="inWord"
            />ous Captaine of Complements: he fights as you sing<lb n="1126" rend="rj"/>pricksong,
            keeps time, distance, and proportion, he rests<lb n="1127" rend="rj"/>his minum, one,
            two, and the third in your bosom: the ve-<lb n="1128" rend="rj" type="inWord"/>ry
            butcher of a silk button, a Dualist, a Dualist: a Gentleman<lb n="1129" rend="rj"/>of
            the very first house of the first and second cause: ah the<lb n="1130"/>immortall
            Passado, the Punto reuerso, the Hay.<lb n="1131"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>The what?<lb n="1132" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>The Pox of such antique lisping affecting phan-<lb type="inWord" n="1133" rend="rj"
            />tacies, these new tuners of accent: Iesu a very good blade,<lb n="1134" rend="rj"/>a
            very tall man, a very good whore. Why is not this a la-<lb n="1135" rend="rj"
              type="inWord"/>mentable thing Grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted<lb n="1136"
              rend="rj"/>with these strange flies: these fashion Mongers, these par-don-mee's,<lb
              n="1137" rend="rj"/>who stand so much on the new form, that they<lb n="1138" rend="rj"
            />cannot sit at ease on the old bench. O their bones, their<lb n="1139"/>bones.<lb
              n="1140"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Romeo.</stage>
            <lb n="1141"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Here comes <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi> here comes <hi rend="italic">Romeo.</hi>
            <lb n="1142" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Without his Roe, like a dryed Hering. O flesh,<lb n="1143" rend="rj"/>flesh, how art
            thou fishified? Now is he for the numbers<lb n="1144" rend="rj"/>that <hi rend="italic"
              >Petrarch</hi> flowed in: <hi rend="italic">Laura</hi> to his Lady, was a kitchen<lb
              n="1145" rend="rj"/>wench, marrie she had a better Loue to berime her: <hi
              rend="italic">Dido</hi>
            <lb n="1146" rend="rj"/>a dowdie, <hi rend="italic">Cleopatra</hi> a Gipsie, <hi
              rend="italic">Hellen</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Hero,</hi> hildings<lb n="1147"
              rend="rj"/>and Harlots: <hi rend="italic">Thisbie</hi> a gray eie or so, but not to
            the purpose.<lb n="1148" rend="rj"/>Signior <hi rend="italic">Romeo, Bon iour,</hi>
            there's a French salutation to your <pb n="ff1v"/>
            <lb n="1149" rend="rj"/>French slop: you gaue vs the counterfait fairely last<lb
              n="1150"/>night.<lb n="1151" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Romeo.</speaker>
          <ab>Good morrow to you both, what counterfeit<lb n="1152"/>did I giue you?<lb n="1153"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>The slip sir, the slip, can you not conceiue?<lb n="1154" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Pardon <hi rend="italic">Mercutio,</hi> my businesse was great, and in<lb n="1155"
            />such a case as mine, a man may straine curtesie.<lb n="1156" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>That's as much as to say, such a case as yours con-<lb n="1157" type="inWord"/>strains
            a man to bow in the hams.<lb n="1158"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Meaning to cursie.<lb n="1159"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Thou hast most kindly hit it.<lb n="1160"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>A most curteous exposition.<lb n="1161"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Nay, I am the very pinck of curtesie.<lb n="1162"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Pinke for flower.<lb n="1163"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Right.<lb n="1164"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Why then is my Pump well flowr'd.<lb n="1165" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Sure wit, follow me this ieast, now till thou hast<lb n="1166" rend="rj"/>worne out
            thy Pump, that when the single sole of it is<lb n="1167" rend="rj"/>worne, the ieast may
            remaine after the wearing, sole-singular.<lb n="1168"/>
            <lb n="1169"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>O single sol'd ieast,<lb n="1170"/>Soly singular for the singlenesse.<lb n="1171"
              rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Come betweene vs good <hi rend="italic">Benuolio,</hi> my wits faints.<lb n="1172"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Swits and spurs,<lb n="1173"/>Swits and spurs, or Ile crie a match.<lb n="1174"
              rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Nay, if our wits run the Wild-Goose chase, I am<lb n="1175" rend="rj"/>done: For thou
            hast more of the Wild-Goose in one of<lb n="1176" rend="rj"/>thy wits, then I am sure I
            haue in my whole fiue. Was I<lb n="1177"/>with you there for the Goose?<lb n="1178"
              rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Thou wast neuer with mee for any thing, when<lb n="1179"/>thou wast not there for the
              Goose.<lb n="1180"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>I will bite thee by the eare for that iest.<lb n="1181"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Nay, good Goose bite not.<lb n="1182"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Thy wit is a very Bitter-sweeting,<lb n="1183"/>It is a most sharpe sawce.<lb n="1184"
            />
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>And is it not well seru'd into a Sweet-Goose?<lb n="1185" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Oh here's a wit of Cheuerell, that stretches from<lb n="1186"/>an ynch narrow, to an
            ell broad.<lb n="1187" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>I stretch it out for that word, broad, which added<lb n="1188"/>to the Goose, proues
            thee farre and wide, abroad Goose.<lb n="1189" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Why is not this better now, then groning for<lb n="1190" rend="rj"/>Loue, now art thou
            sociable, now art thou <hi rend="italic">Romeo:</hi> now art<lb n="1191" rend="rj"/>thou
            what thou art, by <seg type="homograph">Art</seg> as well as by Nature, for this<lb
              n="1192" rend="rj"/>driueling Loue is like a great Naturall, that runs lolling<lb
              n="1193"/>vp and downe to hid his bable in a hole.<lb n="1194"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Stop there, stop there.<lb n="1195" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Thou desir'st me to stop in my tale against the <seg type="carryOver">haire</seg>.<lb
              n="1196" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Thou would'st else haue made thy tale large.<lb n="1197"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>O thou art deceiu'd, I would haue made it short,<lb n="1198" rend="rj"/>or I was come
            to the whole depth of my tale, and meant<lb n="1199"/>indeed to occupie the argument no
              longer.<lb n="1200"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Nurse and her man.</stage>
            <lb n="1201"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Here's a goodly geare.<lb n="1202"/>A sayle, a sayle.<lb n="1203"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Two, two: a Shirt and a Smocke.<lb n="1204"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Peter</hi>?<lb n="1205"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Peter.</speaker>
          <ab>Anon.<lb n="1206"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>My Fan <hi rend="italic">Peter</hi>?<lb n="1207"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Good <hi rend="italic">Peter</hi> to hide her face?<lb n="1208"/>For her Fans the
            fairer face?<lb n="1209"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>God ye good morrow Gentlemen.<lb n="1210"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>God ye gooden faire Gentlewoman.<lb n="1211"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Is it gooden?<lb n="1212" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>'Tis no lesse I tell you: for the bawdy hand of the<lb n="1213"/>Dyall is now vpon the
            pricke of Noone.<lb n="1214"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Out vpon you: what a man are you?<lb n="1215"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>One Gentlewoman,<lb n="1216"/>That God hath made, himselfe to mar.<lb n="1217"
              rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>By my troth it is said, for himselfe to, mar qua-<lb n="1218" rend="rj" type="inWord"
            />tha: Gentlemen, can any of you tel me where I may find<lb n="1219"/>the young <hi
              rend="italic">Romeo</hi>?<lb n="1220" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Romeo.</speaker>
          <ab>I can tell you: but young <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> will be older<lb n="1221"
              rend="rj"/>when you haue found him, then he was when you sought<lb n="1222" rend="rj"
            />him: I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.<lb n="1223"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>You say well.<lb n="1224"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Yea is the worst well,<lb n="1225"/>Very well tooke: Ifaith, wisely, wisely.<lb
              n="1226"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>If you be he sir,<lb n="1227"/>I desire some confidence with you?<lb n="1228"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>She will endite him to some Supper.<lb n="1229"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>A baud, a baud, a baud. So ho.<lb n="1230"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>What hast thou found?<lb n="1231" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>No Hare sir, vnlesse a Hare sir in a Lenten pie,<lb n="1232"/>that is something stale
            and hoare ere it be spent.<lb n="1233" rend="rj"/>An old Hare hoare, and an old Hare
            hoare is very good<lb n="1234"/>meat in Lent.<lb n="1235" rend="rj"/>But a Hare that is
            hoare is too much for a score, when it<lb n="1236"/>hoares ere it be spent,<lb n="1237"
              rend="rj"/>
            <hi rend="italic">
              <seg type="homograph">Romeo</seg>
            </hi> will you come to your Fathers? Weele to dinner<lb n="1238"/>thither.<lb n="1239"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>I will follow you.<lb n="1240"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Farewell auncient Lady:<lb n="1241"/>Farewell Lady, Lady, Lady.<lb n="1242"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Exit. Mercutio, Benuolio.</stage>
            <lb n="1243" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>I pray you sir, what sawcie Merchant was this<lb n="1244"/>that was so full of his
              roperie?<lb n="1245" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>A Gentleman Nurse, that loues to heare himselfe<lb n="1246" rend="rj"/>talke, and will
            speake more in a minute, then he will stand<lb n="1247"/>to in a Moneth.<lb n="1248"
              rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">And</seg>
            <seg type="homograph">a</seg> speake any thing against me, Ile take him<lb n="1249"
              rend="rj"/>downe, <seg type="homograph">z</seg>
            <seg type="homograph">a</seg> were lustier then he is, and twentie such Iacks:<lb
              n="1250" rend="rj"/>and if I cannot, Ile finde those that shall: scuruie knaue, I<lb
              n="1251" rend="rj"/>am none of his flurt-gils, I am none of his skaines mates,<lb
              n="1252" rend="rj"/>and thou must stand by too and suffer euery knaue to vse<lb
              n="1253"/>me at his pleasure.<lb n="1254" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
          <ab> I saw no man vse you at his pleasure: if I had, my<lb n="1255" rend="rj"/>weapon
            should quickly haue beene out, I warrant you, I<lb n="1256" rend="rj"/>dare draw assoone
            as another man, if I see occasion in a<lb n="1257"/>good quarrell, and the law on my
              side.<lb n="1258" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Now afore God, I am so vext, that euery part about<lb n="1259" rend="rj"/>me quiuers,
            skuruy knaue: pray you sir a word: and as I<lb n="1260" rend="rj"/>told you, my young
            Lady bid me enquire you out, what<lb n="1261" rend="rj"/>she bid me say, I will keepe to
            my selfe: but first let me<lb n="1262" rend="rj"/>tell ye, if ye should leade her in a
            fooles paradise, as they<lb n="1263" rend="rj"/>say, it were a very grosse kind of
            behauiour, as they say:<lb n="1264" rend="rj"/>for the Gentlewoman is yong: &amp;
            therefore, if you should<lb n="1265" rend="rj"/>deale double with her, truely it were an
              <seg type="homograph">ill</seg> thing to be of-<lb n="1266" type="inWord"/>fered to
            any Gentlewoman, and very weake dealing.<lb n="1267" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Nurse commend me to thy Lady and Mistresse, I<lb n="1268"/>protest vnto thee.<lb
              n="1269" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Good heart, and yfaith I will tell her as much:<lb n="1270"/>Lord, Lord she will be a
            ioyfull woman.<lb n="1271" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>What wilt thou tell her Nurse? thou doest not<lb n="1272"/>marke me?<lb n="1273"
              rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>I will tell her sir, that you do protest, which as I<lb n="1274"/>take it, is a
            Gentleman-like offer.<lb n="1275" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Bid her deuise some meanes to come to shrift this <seg type="carryOver"
              >afternoone</seg>,<lb n="1276"/>And there she shall at Frier <hi rend="italic"
              >Lawrence</hi> Cell<lb n="1277"/>Be shriu'd and married: here is for thy paines.<lb
              n="1278"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>No truly sir not a penny.<lb n="1279"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Go <seg type="homograph">too</seg>, I say you shall. <pb n="ff2"/>
            <lb n="1280"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>This afternoone sir? well she shall be there.<lb n="1281" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ro.</speaker>
          <ab>And stay thou good Nurse behind the Abbey wall,<lb n="1282"/>Within this houre my man
            shall be with thee,<lb n="1283"/>And bring thee Cords made like a tackled staire,<lb
              n="1284"/>Which to the high top gallant of my ioy,<lb n="1285"/>Must be my conuoy in
            the secret night.<lb n="1286"/>Farewell, be trustie and Ile quite thy paines:<lb
              n="1287"/>Farewell, commend me to thy Mistresse.<lb n="1288"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Now God in heauen blesse thee: harke you sir,<lb n="1289"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>What saist thou my deare Nurse?<lb n="1290" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nurse.</speaker>
          <ab>Is your man secret, did you nere heare say two<lb n="1291"/>may keepe counsell putting
            one away.<lb n="1292"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ro.</speaker>
          <ab>Warrant thee my man is true as steele.<lb n="1293" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Well sir, my Mistresse is the sweetest Lady, Lord,<lb n="1294" rend="rj"/>Lord, when
            'twas a little prating thing. O there is a No-<lb n="1295" rend="rj" type="inWord"/>ble
            man in Towne one <hi rend="italic">Paris,</hi> that would faine lay knife a-<lb n="1296"
              rend="rj" type="inWord"/>board: but she good soule had as leeue see a Toade, a very<lb
              n="1297" rend="rj"/>Toade as see him: I anger her sometimes, and tell her that<lb
              n="1298" rend="rj"/>
            <hi rend="italic">Paris</hi> is the properer man, but Ile warrant you, when I say<lb
              n="1299" rend="rj"/>so, shee lookes as pale as any clout in the versall world.<lb
              n="1300" rend="rj"/>Doth not Rosemarie and <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> begin both
            with a letter?<lb n="1301"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">I</seg> Nurse, what of that? Both with an <hi rend="italic">R</hi>
            <lb n="1302" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">A</seg> mocker that's the dogs name. <hi rend="italic">R.</hi> is
            for the no,<lb n="1303" rend="rj"/>I know it begins with some other letter, and she hath
              the<lb n="1304" rend="rj"/>prettiest sententious of it, of you and Rosemary, that
              it<lb n="1305"/>would do you good to heare it.<lb n="1306"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Commend me to thy Lady.<lb n="1307"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">I</seg> a thousand times. <hi rend="italic">Peter</hi>?<lb
              n="1308"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
          <ab>Anon.<lb n="1309"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Before and apace. <stage rend="italic">Exit Nurse and Peter.</stage>
            <lb n="1310"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Iuliet.</stage>
            <lb n="1311" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>The clocke strook nine, when I did send the Nurse,<lb n="1312"/>In halfe an houre she
            promised to returne,<lb n="1313"/>Perchance she cannot meete him: that's not so:<lb
              n="1314"/>Oh she is lame, Loues Herauld should be thoughts,<lb n="1315"/>Which ten
            times faster glides then the Sunnes beames,<lb n="1316"/>Driuing backe shadowes ouer
            lowring hils.<lb n="1317"/>Therefore do nimble Pinion'd Doues draw Loue,<lb n="1318"
            />And therefore hath the wind-swift <hi rend="italic">Cupid</hi> wings:<lb n="1319"/>Now
            is the Sun vpon the highmost hill<lb n="1320"/>Of this daies iourney, and from nine till
              twelue,<lb n="1321"/>Is three long houres, yet she is not come.<lb n="1322"/>Had she
            affections and warme youthfull blood,<lb n="1323"/>She would be as swift in motion as a
              ball,<lb n="1324"/>My words would bandy her to my sweete Loue,<lb n="1325"/>And his to
            me, but old folkes,<lb n="1326"/>Many faine as they were dead,<lb n="1327"/>Vnwieldie,
            slow, heauy, and pale as lead.<lb n="1328"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Nurse.</stage>
            <lb n="1329"/>O God she comes, O hony Nurse what newes?<lb n="1330"/>Hast thou met with
            him? send thy man away.<lb n="1331"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Peter</hi> stay at the gate.<lb n="1332"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Now good sweet Nurse:<lb n="1333"/>O Lord, why lookest thou sad?<lb n="1334"/>Though
            newes, be sad, yet tell them merrily.<lb n="1335"/>If good thou sham'st the musicke of
            sweet newes,<lb n="1336"/>By playing it to me, with so sower a face.<lb n="1337"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>I am <seg type="homograph">a</seg> weary, giue me leaue awhile,<lb n="1338"/>Fie how
            my bones ake, what a iaunt haue I had?<lb n="1339"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>I would thou had'st my bones, and I thy newes:<lb n="1340"/>Nay come I pray thee
            speake, good good Nurse speake.<lb n="1341"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Iesu what <seg type="homograph">hast</seg>? can you not stay <seg type="homograph"
              >a</seg> while?<lb n="1342"/>Do you not see that I am out of breath?<lb n="1343"
              rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breth<lb n="1344"/>To say to me, that thou
            art out of breath?<lb n="1345"/>The excuse that thou dost make in this delay,<lb
              n="1346"/>Is longer then the tale thou dost excuse.<lb n="1347"/>Is thy newes good or
            bad? answere to that,<lb n="1348"/>Say either, and Ile stay the circumstance:<lb
              n="1349"/>Let me be satisfied, ist good or bad?<lb n="1350" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Well, you haue made a simple choice, you know<lb n="1351" rend="rj"/>not how to chuse
            a man: <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi> no not he though his face<lb n="1352" rend="rj"/>be
            better then any mans, yet his legs excels all mens, and<lb n="1353" rend="rj"/>for a
            hand, and a foote, and a body, though they be not to<lb n="1354" rend="rj"/>be talkt on,
            yet they are past compare: he is not the flower<lb n="1355" rend="rj"/>of curtesie, but
            Ile warrant him as gentle a Lambe: go thy<lb n="1356" rend="rj"/>waies wench, serue God.
            What haue you din'd at home?<lb n="1357"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>No no: but all this did I know before<lb n="1358"/>What saies he of our marriage? what
            of that?<lb n="1359"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Lord how my head akes, what a head haue I?<lb n="1360"/>It beates as it would fall in
            twenty peeces.<lb n="1361"/>My backe <seg type="homograph">a</seg> tother side: o my
            backe, my backe:<lb n="1362"/>Beshrew your heart for sending me about<lb n="1363"/>To
            catch my death with iaunting vp and downe.<lb n="1364"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Ifaith: I am sorrie that thou art so well.<lb n="1365"/>Sweet sweet, sweet Nurse, tell
            me what saies my Loue?<lb n="1366"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Your Loue saies like an honest Gentleman,<lb n="1367"/>And a courteous, and a kind,
            and a handsome,<lb n="1368"/>And I warrant a vertuous: where is your Mother?<lb n="1369"
            />
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Where is my Mother?<lb n="1370"/>Why she is within, where should she be?<lb n="1371"
            />How odly thou repli'st:<lb n="1372"/>Your Loue saies like an honest Gentleman:<lb
              n="1373"/>Where is your Mother?<lb n="1374"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>O Gods Lady deare,<lb n="1375"/>Are you so hot? marrie come vp I trow,<lb n="1376"/>Is
            this the Poultis for my aking bones?<lb n="1377"/>Henceforward do your messages your
              selfe.<lb n="1378"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Heere's such a coile, come what saies <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>?<lb n="1379"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Haue you got leaue to go to shift to day?<lb n="1380"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>I haue.<lb n="1381"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab> Then high you hence to Frier <hi rend="italic">Lawrence</hi> Cell,<lb n="1382"/>There
            staies a Husband to make you a wife:<lb n="1383"/>Now comes the wanton bloud vp in your
              cheekes,<lb n="1384"/>Thei'le be in Scarlet straight at any newes:<lb n="1385"/>Hie
            you to Church, I must an other way,<lb n="1386"/>To fetch a Ladder by the which your
              Loue<lb n="1387"/>Must climde a birds nest Soone when it is darke:<lb n="1388"/>I am
            the drudge, and toile in your delight:<lb n="1389"/>But you shall beare the burthen
            soone at night.<lb n="1390"/>Go Ile to dinner, hie you to the Cell.<lb n="1391"
              rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Hie to high Fortune, honest Nurse, farewell. <stage rend="italic">Exeunt.</stage>
            <lb n="1392"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Frier and Romeo.</stage>
            <lb n="1393"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>So smile the heauens vpon this holy act,<lb n="1394"/>That after houres, with sorrow
            chide vs not.<lb n="1395"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Amen, amen, but come what sorrow can,<lb n="1396"/>It cannot counteruaile the exchange
            of ioy<lb n="1397"/>That one short minute giues me in her sight:<lb n="1398"/>Do thou
            but close our hands with holy words.<lb n="1399"/>Then Loue-deuouring death do what he
              dare,<lb n="1400"/>It is inough. I may call her mine.<lb n="1401"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>These violent delights haue violent endes,<lb n="1402"/>And in their triumph: die like
            fire and powder;<lb n="1403"/>Which as they kisse consume. The sweetest honey<lb
              n="1404"/>Is loathsome in his owne deliciousnesse,<lb n="1405"/>And in the taste
            confoundes the appetite.<lb n="1406"/>Therefore Loue moderately, long Loue doth so,<lb
              n="1407"/>Too swift arriues as tardie as too slow.<lb n="1408"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Iuliet.</stage>
            <lb n="1409"/>Here comes the Lady. Oh so light a foot<lb n="1410"/>Will nere weare out
            the euerlasting flint, <pb n="ff2v"/>
            <lb n="1411"/>A Louer may bestride the Gossamours,<lb n="1412"/>That ydles in the wanton
            Summer ayre,<lb n="1413"/>And yet not fall, so light is vanitie.<lb n="1414"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Good euen to my ghostly Confessor.<lb n="1415"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> shall thanke thee Daughter for vs both.<lb n="1416"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>As much to him, else in his thanks too much.<lb n="1417"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Ah <hi rend="italic">Iuliet,</hi> if the measure of thy ioy<lb n="1418"/>Be heapt like
            mine, and that thy skill be more<lb n="1419"/>To blason it, then sweeten with thy
              breath<lb n="1420"/>This neighbour ayre, and let rich musickes tongue,<lb n="1421"
            />Vnfold the imagin'd happinesse that both<lb n="1422"/>Receiue in either, by this deere
              encounter.<lb n="1423"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Conceit more rich in matter then in words,<lb n="1424"/>Brags of his substance, not of
              Ornament:<lb n="1425"/>They are but beggers that can count their worth,<lb n="1426"
            />But my true Loue is growne to such excesse,<lb n="1427"/>I cannot sum vp some of halfe
            my wealth.<lb n="1428" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Come, come with me, &amp; we will make short worke,<lb n="1429"/>For by your leaues,
            you shall not stay alone,<lb n="1430"/>Till holy Church incorporate two in one.<lb
              n="1431"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Mercutio, Benuolio, and men.</stage>
            <lb n="1432"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>I pray thee good <hi rend="italic">Mercutio</hi> lets retire,<lb n="1433"/>The day is
            hot, the <hi rend="italic">Capulets</hi> abroad:<lb n="1434" rend="rj"/>
            <seg type="homograph">And</seg> if we meet, we shal not scape a brawle, for now these<lb
              n="1435"/>hot dayes, is the mad blood stirring.<lb n="1436" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Thou art like one of these fellowes, that when he<lb n="1437" rend="rj"/>enters the
            confines of a Tauerne, claps me his Sword vpon<lb n="1438" rend="rj"/>the Table, and
            sayes, God send me no need of thee: and by<lb n="1439" rend="rj"/>the operation of the
            second cup, drawes him on the Draw-<lb type="inWord" n="1440"/>er, when indeed there is
            no need.<lb n="1441"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Am I like such a Fellow?<lb n="1442" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Come, come, thou art as hot a Iacke in thy mood,<lb n="1443" rend="rj"/>as any in <hi
              rend="italic">Italie:</hi> and assoone moued to be moodie, and as-<lb n="1444"
              type="inWord"/>soone moodie to be mou'd.<lb n="1445"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>And what <seg type="homograph">too</seg>?<lb n="1446" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Nay, <seg type="homograph">and</seg> there were two such, we should haue<lb n="1447"
              rend="rj"/>none shortly, for one would kill the other: thou, why thou<lb n="1448"
              rend="rj"/>wilt quarrell with a man that hath a haire more, or a haire<lb n="1449"
              rend="rj"/>lesse in his beard, then thou hast: thou wilt quarrell with a<lb n="1450"
              rend="rj"/>man for cracking Nuts, hauing no other reason, but be-<lb n="1451"
              rend="rj" type="inWord"/>cause thou hast hasell eyes: what eye, but such an eye,<lb
              n="1452" rend="rj"/>would spie out such a quarrell? thy head is full of quar-<lb
              type="inWord" n="1453" rend="rj"/>rels, as an egge is full of meat, and yet thy head
            hath bin<lb n="1454" rend="rj"/>beaten as addle as an egge for quarreling: thou hast
              quar-rel'd<lb n="1455" rend="rj"/>with a man for coffing in the street, because he
              hath<lb n="1456" rend="rj"/>wakened thy Dog that hath laine asleepe in the Sun.
              Did'st<lb n="1457" rend="rj"/>thou not fall out with a Tailor for wearing his new
              Doub-<lb n="1458" rend="rj" type="inWord"/>let before Easter? with another, for tying
            his new shooes<lb n="1459" rend="rj"/>with old Riband, and yet thou wilt Tutor me from
              quar-<lb n="1460" type="inWord"/>relling? <lb n="1461" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">And</seg> I were so apt to quarell as thou art, any man<lb
              n="1462" rend="rj"/>should buy the Fee-simple of my life, for an houre and a<lb
              n="1463"/>quarter.<lb n="1464"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>The Fee-simple? O simple.<lb n="1465"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Tybalt, Petruchio, and others.</stage>
            <lb n="1466"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>By my head here comes the <hi rend="italic">Capulets.</hi>
            <lb n="1467"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>By my <seg type="homograph">heele</seg> I care not.<lb n="1468"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Tyb.</speaker>
          <ab>Follow me close, for I will speake to them.<lb n="1469"/>Gentlemen, Good den, a word
            with one of you.<lb n="1470" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">And</seg> but one word with one of vs? couple it with<lb n="1471"
            />something, make it a word and a blow.<lb n="1472" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
          <ab>You shall find me apt inough to that sir, <seg type="homograph">and</seg> you<lb
              n="1473"/>will giue me occasion.<lb n="1474" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mercu.</speaker>
          <ab>Could you not take some occasion without<lb n="1475"/>giuing?<lb n="1476"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Mercutio</hi> thou consort'st with <hi rend="italic">Romeo.</hi>
            <lb n="1477" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Consort? what dost thou make vs Minstrels? &amp;<lb n="1478" rend="rj"/>thou make
            Minstrels of vs, looke to heare nothing but dis-<lb n="1479" rend="rj" type="inWord"
            />cords: heere's my fiddlesticke, heere's that shall make you<lb n="1480"/>daunce. Come
              consort.<lb n="1481"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>We talke here in the publike haunt of men,<lb n="1482"/>Either withdraw vnto some
            priuate place,<lb n="1483"/>Or reason coldly of your greeuances:<lb n="1484"/>Or else
            depart, here all eies gaze on vs.<lb n="1485" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Mens eyes were made to looke, and let them gaze.<lb n="1486"/>I will not budge for no
            mans pleasure I.<lb n="1487"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Romeo.</stage>
            <lb n="1488" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
          <ab>Well peace be with you sir, here comes my man.<lb n="1489"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>But Ile be hang'd sir if he weare your Liuery.<lb n="1490"/>Marry go before to field,
            heele be your follower,<lb n="1491"/>Your worship in that sense, may call him man.<lb
              n="1492"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi> the loue I beare thee, can affoord<lb n="1493"/>No better
            terme then this: Thou art a Villaine.<lb n="1494"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Tibalt,</hi> the reason that I haue to loue thee,<lb n="1495"/>Doth
            much excuse the appertaining rage<lb n="1496"/>To such a greeting: Villaine am I
              none;<lb n="1497"/>Therefore farewell, I see thou know'st me not.<lb n="1498"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
          <ab>Boy, this shall not excuse the iniuries<lb n="1499"/>That thou hast done me, therefore
            turne and draw.<lb n="1500"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>I do protest I neuer iniur'd thee,<lb n="1501"/>But lou'd thee better then thou can'st
              deuise:<lb n="1502"/>Till thou shalt know the reason of my loue,<lb n="1503"/>And so
            good <hi rend="italic">Capulet,</hi> which name I tender<lb n="1504"/>As dearely as my
            owne, be satisfied.<lb n="1505"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>O calme, dishonourable, vile submission:<lb n="1506"/>
            <hi rend="italic">Alla stucatho</hi> carries it away.<lb n="1507"/>
            <hi rend="italic">Tybalt,</hi> you Rat-catcher, will you walke?<lb n="1508"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
          <ab>What wouldst thou haue with me?<lb n="1509" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine<lb n="1510" rend="rj"/>liues, that I
            meane to make bold withall, and as you shall<lb n="1511" rend="rj"/>vse me hereafter dry
            beate the rest of the eight. Will you<lb n="1512" rend="rj"/>pluck your Sword out of his
            Pilcher by the eares? Make<lb n="1513"/>
            <seg type="homograph">hast</seg>, least mine be about your eares ere it be out.<lb
              n="1514"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
          <ab>I am for you.<lb n="1515"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Gentle <hi rend="italic">Mercutio,</hi> put thy Rapier vp.<lb n="1516"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Come sir, your Passado.<lb n="1517"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Draw <hi rend="italic">Benuolio,</hi> beat downe their weapons:<lb n="1518"
            />Gentlemen, for shame forbeare this outrage,<lb n="1519"/>
            <hi rend="italic">Tibalt, Mercutio,</hi> the Prince expresly hath<lb n="1520"/>Forbidden
            bandying in <hi rend="italic">Verona</hi> streetes.<lb n="1521"/>Hold <hi rend="italic"
              >Tybalt,</hi> good <hi rend="italic">Mercutio.</hi>
            <lb n="1522"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Exit Tybalt.</stage>
            <lb n="1523"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>I am hurt.<lb n="1524"/>A plague <seg type="homograph">a</seg> both the Houses, I am
              sped:<lb n="1525"/>Is he gone and hath nothing?<lb n="1526"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>What art thou hurt?<lb n="1527"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">I</seg>, <seg type="homograph">I</seg>, a scratch, a scratch,
            marry 'tis inough,<lb n="1528"/>Where is my Page? go Villaine fetch a Surgeon.<lb
              n="1529"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Courage man, the hurt cannot be much.<lb n="1530" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>No: 'tis not so deepe as a <seg type="homograph">well</seg>, nor so wide as a<lb
              n="1531" rend="rj"/>Church doore, but 'tis inough, 'twill serue: aske for me to<lb
              n="1532" rend="rj"/>morrow, and you shall find me a graue man. I am pepper'd<lb
              n="1533" rend="rj"/>I warrant, for this world: a plague <seg type="homograph">a</seg>
            both your houses.<lb n="1534" rend="rj"/>What, a Dog, a Rat, a Mouse, a Cat to scratch a
            man to<lb n="1535" rend="rj"/>death: a Braggart, a Rogue, a Villaine, that fights by
              the<lb n="1536" rend="rj"/>booke of Arithmeticke, why the deu'le came you be-<lb
              n="1537" type="inWord"/>tweene vs? I was hurt vnder your arme.<lb n="1538"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>I thought all for the best.<lb n="1539"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
          <ab>Helpe me into some house <hi rend="italic">Benuolio,</hi>
            <lb n="1540"/>Or I shall faint: a plague <seg type="homograph">a</seg> both your
              houses.<lb n="1541"/>They haue made wormesmeat of me, <pb n="ff3"/>
            <lb n="1542"/>I haue it, and soundly to your Houses. <stage rend="italic">Exit.</stage>
            <lb n="1543"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>This Gentleman the Princes neere Alie,<lb n="1544"/>My very Friend hath got his
            mortall hurt<lb n="1545"/>In my behalfe, my reputation stain'd<lb n="1546"/>With <hi
              rend="italic">Tibalts</hi> slaunder, <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi> that an houre<lb
              n="1547"/>Hath beene my Cozin: O Sweet <hi rend="italic">Iuliet,</hi>
            <lb n="1548"/>Thy Beauty hath made me Effeminate,<lb n="1549"/>And in my temper softned
            Valours steele.<lb n="1550"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Benuolio.</stage>
            <lb n="1551"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>O <hi rend="italic">Romeo, Romeo,</hi> braue <hi rend="italic">Mercutio</hi>'s is
              dead,<lb n="1552"/>That Gallant spirit hath aspir'd the Cloudes,<lb n="1553"/>Which
            too vntimely here did scorne the earth.<lb n="1554" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>This daies blacke Fate, on mo daies depend,<lb n="1555"/>This but begins, the wo
            others must end.<lb n="1556"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Tybalt.</stage>
            <lb n="1557"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Here comes the Furious <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi> backe againe.<lb n="1558"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>He gon in triumph, and <hi rend="italic">Mercutio</hi> slaine?<lb n="1559"/>Away to
            heauen respectiue Lenitie,<lb n="1560"/>And fire and Fury, be my conduct now.<lb
              n="1561"/>Now <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi> take the Villaine backe againe<lb n="1562"
            />That late thou gau'st me, for <hi rend="italic">Mercutios</hi> soule<lb n="1563"/>Is
            but a little way aboue our heads,<lb n="1564"/>Staying for thine to keepe him
              companie:<lb n="1565"/>Either thou or I, or both, must goe with him.<lb n="1566"
              rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
          <ab>Thou wretched Boy that didst consort him here,<lb n="1567"/>Shalt with him hence.<lb
              n="1568"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>This shall determine that.<lb n="1569"/>
            <stage rend="italic">They fight. Tybalt falles.</stage>
            <lb n="1570"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi> away be gone:<lb n="1571"/>The Citizens are vp, and <hi
              rend="italic">Tybalt</hi> slaine,<lb n="1572"/>Stand not amaz'd, the Prince will Doome
            thee death<lb n="1573"/>If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away.<lb n="1574"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>O! I am Fortunes foole.<lb n="1575"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>Why dost thou stay?<lb n="1576"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Exit Romeo.</stage>
            <lb n="1577"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Citizens.</stage>
            <lb n="1578"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Citi.</speaker>
          <ab>Which way ran he that kild <hi rend="italic">Mercutio</hi>?<lb n="1579"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Tibalt</speaker>
          <ab>that Murtherer, which way ran he?<lb n="1580"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>There lies that <hi rend="italic">Tybalt.</hi>
            <lb n="1581"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Citi.</speaker>
          <ab>Vp sir go with me:<lb n="1582"/>I charge thee in the Princes names obey.<lb n="1583"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Prince, old Montague, Capulet, their<lb n="1584"/>Wiues and
              all.</stage>
            <lb n="1585"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
          <ab>Where are the vile beginners of this Fray?<lb n="1586"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>O Noble Prince, I can discouer all<lb n="1587"/>The vnluckie Mannage of this fatall
              brall:<lb n="1588"/>There lies the man slaine by young <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi>
            <lb n="1589"/>That slew thy kinsman braue <hi rend="italic">Mercutio.</hi>
            <lb n="1590"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap. Wi.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Tybalt,</hi> my Cozin? O my Brothers Child,<lb n="1591"/>O Prince, O
            Cozin, Husband, O the blood is spild<lb n="1592"/>Of my deare kinsman. Prince as thou
            art true,<lb n="1593"/>For bloud of ours, shed bloud of <hi rend="italic"
              >Mountague.</hi>
            <lb n="1594"/>O Cozin, Cozin.<lb n="1595"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Benuolio,</hi> who began this Fray?<lb n="1596" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi> here slaine, whom <hi rend="italic">Romeo's</hi> hand did
              slay,<lb n="1597"/>
            <hi rend="italic">
              <seg type="homograph">Romeo</seg>
            </hi> that spoke him faire, bid him bethinke<lb n="1598"/>How nice the Quarrell was, and
            vrg'd withall<lb n="1599"/>Your high displeasure: all this vttered,<lb n="1600"/>With
            gentle breath, calme looke, knees humbly bow'd<lb n="1601"/>Could not take truce with
            the vnruly spleene<lb n="1602"/>Of <hi rend="italic">Tybalts</hi> deafe to peace, but
            that he Tilts<lb n="1603"/>With Peircing steele at bold <hi rend="italic"
              >Mercutio's</hi> breast,<lb n="1604"/>Who all as hot, turnes deadly point to point,<lb
              n="1605"/>And with a Martiall scorne, with one hand beates<lb n="1606"/>Cold death
            aside, and with the other sends<lb n="1607"/>It back to <hi rend="italic">Tybalt,</hi>
            whose dexterity<lb n="1608"/>Retorts it: <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> he cries aloud,<lb
              n="1609"/>Hold Friends, Friends part, and swifter then his tongue,<lb n="1610"/>His
            aged arme, beats downe their fatall points,<lb n="1611"/>And twixt them rushes,
            vnderneath whose arme,<lb n="1612"/>An enuious thrust from <hi rend="italic"
              >Tybalt,</hi> hit the life<lb n="1613"/>Of stout <hi rend="italic">Mercutio,</hi> and
            then <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi> fled.<lb n="1614"/>But <seg type="homograph">by</seg>
            and by comes backe to <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi>
            <lb n="1615"/>Who had but newly entertained Reuenge,<lb n="1616"/>And too't they goe
            like lightning, for ere I<lb n="1617"/>Could draw to part them, was stout <hi
              rend="italic">Tybalt</hi> slaine:<lb n="1618"/>And as he fell, did <hi rend="italic"
              >Romeo</hi> turne and flie:<lb n="1619"/>This is the truth, or let <hi rend="italic"
              >Benuolio</hi> die.<lb n="1620"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap. Wi.</speaker>
          <ab>He is a kinsman to the <hi rend="italic">Mountague,</hi>
            <lb n="1621"/>Affection makes him false, he speakes not true:<lb n="1622"/>Some twenty
            of them fought in this blacke strife,<lb n="1623"/>And all those twenty could but kill
            one life.<lb n="1624"/>I beg for Iustice, which thou Prince must giue:<lb n="1625"/>
            <hi rend="italic">
              <seg type="homograph">Romeo</seg>
            </hi> slew <hi rend="italic">Tybalt, Romeo</hi> must not liue.<lb n="1626"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> slew him, he slew <hi rend="italic">Mercutio,</hi>
            <lb n="1627"/>Who now the price of his deare blood doth owe.<lb n="1628"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>Not <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> Prince, he was <hi rend="italic">Mercutios</hi>
              Friend,<lb n="1629"/>His fault concludes, but what the law should end,<lb n="1630"
            />The life of <hi rend="italic">Tybalt.</hi>
            <lb n="1631"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
          <ab>And for that offence,<lb n="1632"/>Immediately we doe exile him hence:<lb n="1633"/>I
            haue an interest in your hearts proceeding:<lb n="1634"/>My bloud for your rude brawles
            doth lie <seg type="homograph">a</seg> bleeding.<lb n="1635"/>But Ile Amerce you with so
            strong a fine,<lb n="1636"/>That you shall all repent the losse of mine.<lb n="1637"/>It
            will be deafe to pleading and excuses,<lb n="1638"/>Nor teares, nor prayers shall
            purchase our abuses.<lb n="1639"/>Therefore vse none, let <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>
            hence in <seg type="homograph">hast</seg>,<lb n="1640"/>Else when he is found, that
            houre is his last.<lb n="1641"/>Beare hence his body, and attend our <seg
              type="homograph">will</seg>:<lb n="1642"/>Mercy not Murders, pardoning those that
              kill.<lb n="1643"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Exeunt.</stage>
            <lb n="1644"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Iuliet alone.</stage>
            <lb n="1645"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Gallop apace, you fiery footed steedes,<lb n="1646"/>Towards <hi rend="italic"
              >Phoebus</hi> lodging, such a Wagoner<lb n="1647"/>As <hi rend="italic">Phaeton</hi>
            would whip you to the west,<lb n="1648"/>And bring in Cloudie night immediately.<lb
              n="1649"/>Spred thy close Curtaine Loue-performing night,<lb n="1650"/>That run-awayes
            eyes may wincke, and <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>
            <lb n="1651"/>Leape to these armes, vntalkt of and vnseene,<lb n="1652"/>Louers can see
            to doe their Amorous rights,<lb n="1653"/>And by their owne Beauties: or if Loue be
              blind,<lb n="1654"/>It best agrees with night: come ciuill night,<lb n="1655"/>Thou
            sober suted Matron all in blacke,<lb n="1656"/>And learne me how to loose a winning
              match,<lb n="1657"/>Plaid for a paire of stainlesse Maidenhoods,<lb n="1658"/>Hood my
            vnman'd blood bayting in my Cheekes,<lb n="1659"/>With thy Blacke mantle, till strange
            Loue grow bold,<lb n="1660"/>Thinke true Loue acted simple modestie:<lb n="1661"/>Come
            night, come <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi> come thou day in night,<lb n="1662"/>For thou
            wilt lie vpon the wings of night<lb n="1663"/>Whiter then new Snow vpon a Rauens
              backe:<lb n="1664"/>Come gentle night, come louing blackebrow'd night.<lb n="1665"
            />Giue me my <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi> and when I shall die,<lb n="1666"/>Take him
            and cut him out in little starres,<lb n="1667"/>And he will make the Face of heauen so
              fine,<lb n="1668"/>That all the world will be in Loue with night,<lb n="1669"/>And pay
            no worship to the Garish Sun.<lb n="1670"/>O I haue bought the Mansion of a Loue,<lb
              n="1671"/>But not possest it, and though I am sold,<lb n="1672"/>Not yet enioy'd, so
            tedious is this day,<lb n="1673"/>As is the night before some Festiuall, <pb n="ff3v"/>
            <lb n="1674"/>To an impatient child that hath new robes<lb n="1675"/>And may not weare
            them, O here comes my Nurse:<lb n="1676"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Nurse with cords.</stage>
            <lb n="1677"/>And she brings newes and euery tongue that speaks<lb n="1678"/>But <hi
              rend="italic">Romeos</hi> name, speakes heauenly eloquence:<lb n="1679"/>Now Nurse,
            what newes? what hast thou there?<lb n="1680"/>The Cords that <hi rend="italic"
              >Romeo</hi> bid thee fetch?<lb n="1681"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">I</seg>, <seg type="homograph">I</seg>, the Cords.<lb n="1682"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iuli.</speaker>
          <ab>Ay me, what newes?<lb n="1683"/>Why dost thou wring thy hands.<lb n="1684"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">A</seg> weladay, hee's dead, hee's dead,<lb n="1685"/>We are
            vndone Lady, we are vndone.<lb n="1686"/>Alacke the day, hee's gone, hee's kil'd, he's
              dead.<lb n="1687"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Can heauen be so enuious?<lb n="1688"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> can,<lb n="1689"/>Though heauen cannot. O <hi rend="italic"
              >Romeo, Romeo.</hi>
            <lb n="1690"/>Who euer would haue thought it <hi rend="italic">Romeo.</hi>
            <lb n="1691"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iuli.</speaker>
          <ab>What diuell art thou,<lb n="1692"/>That dost torment me thus?<lb n="1693"/>This
            torture should be roar'd in dismall <seg type="homograph">hell</seg>,<lb n="1694"/>Hath
              <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> slaine himselfe? say thou but <seg type="homograph"
              >I</seg>,<lb n="1695"/>And that bare vowell I shall poyson more<lb n="1696"/>Then the
            death-darting eye of Cockatrice,<lb n="1697"/>I am not I, if there be such an <seg
              type="homograph">I</seg>.<lb n="1698"/>Or those eyes shot, that makes thee answere
              <seg type="homograph">I</seg>:<lb n="1699"/>If he be slaine say <seg type="homograph"
              >I</seg>, or if not, no.<lb n="1700"/>Briefe, sounds, determine of my weale or wo.<lb
              n="1701"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,<lb n="1702"/>God saue the marke, here on his
            manly brest,<lb n="1703"/>A pitteous Coarse, a bloody piteous Coarse:<lb n="1704"/>Pale,
            pale as ashes, all bedawb'd in blood,<lb n="1705"/>All in gore blood I sounded at the
              sight.<lb n="1706"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>O breake my heart,<lb n="1707"/>Poore Banckrout breake at once,<lb n="1708"/>To prison
            eyes, nere looke on libertie.<lb n="1709"/>Vile earth to earth resigne, end motion
              here,<lb n="1710"/>And thou and <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> presse <seg
              type="homograph">on</seg> heauie beere.<lb n="1711"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>O <hi rend="italic">Tybalt, Tybalt,</hi> the best Friend I had:<lb n="1712"/>O
            curteous <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi> honest Gentleman,<lb n="1713"/>That euer I should
            liue to see thee dead.<lb n="1714"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>What storme is this that blowes so contrarie?<lb n="1715"/>Is <hi rend="italic"
              >Romeo</hi> slaughtred? and is <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi> dead?<lb n="1716"/>My
            dearest Cozen, and my dearer Lord:<lb n="1717"/>Then dreadfull Trumpet sound the
            generall doome,<lb n="1718"/>For who is liuing, if those two are gone?<lb n="1719"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi> is gone, and <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> banished,<lb
              n="1720"/>
            <hi rend="italic">
              <seg type="homograph">Romeo</seg>
            </hi> that kil'd him, he is banished.<lb n="1721"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>O God!<lb n="1722"/>Did <hi rend="italic">Romeo's</hi> hand shed <hi rend="italic"
              >Tybalts</hi> blood<lb n="1723"/>It did, it did, alas the day, it did.<lb n="1724"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>O Serpent heart hid with a flowring face.<lb n="1725"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Did euer Dragon keepe so faire a Caue?<lb n="1726"/>Beautifull Tyrant, fiend
              Angelicall:<lb n="1727"/>Rauenous Doue-feather'd Rauen,<lb n="1728"/>Woluish-rauening
              Lambe,<lb n="1729"/>Dispised substance of Diuinest show:<lb n="1730"/>Iust opposite to
            what thou iustly seem'st,<lb n="1731"/>A dimne Saint, an Honourable Villaine:<lb
              n="1732"/>O Nature! what had'st thou to doe in <seg type="homograph">hell</seg>,<lb
              n="1733"/>When thou did'st bower the spirit of a fiend<lb n="1734"/>In mortall
            paradise of such sweet flesh?<lb n="1735"/>Was euer booke containing such vile matter<lb
              n="1736"/>So fairely bound? O that deceit should dwell<lb n="1737"/>In such a gorgeous
              Pallace.<lb n="1738"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>There's no trust, no faith, no honestie in men,<lb n="1739"/>All periur'd, all
            forsworne, all naught, all dissemblers,<lb n="1740"/>Ah where's my man? giue me some
              Aqua-vitae?<lb n="1741"/>These griefes, these woes, these sorrowes make me old:<lb
              n="1742"/>Shame come to <hi rend="italic">Romeo.</hi>
            <lb n="1743"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Blister'd be thy tongue<lb n="1744"/>For such a wish, he was not borne to shame:<lb
              n="1745"/>Vpon his brow shame is asham'd to sit;<lb n="1746"/>For 'tis a throane where
            Honour may be Crown'd<lb n="1747"/>Sole Monarch of the vniuersall earth:<lb n="1748"/>O
            what a beast was I to chide him?<lb n="1749"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Will you speake well of him,<lb n="1750"/>That kil'd your Cozen?<lb n="1751"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Shall I speake <seg type="homograph">ill</seg> of him that is my husband?<lb n="1752"
              rend="rj"/>Ah poore my Lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,<lb n="1753"/>When I
            thy three houres wife haue mangled it.<lb n="1754"/>But wherefore Villaine did'st thou
            kill my Cozin?<lb n="1755"/>That Villaine Cozin would haue kil'd my husband:<lb n="1756"
            />Backe foolish teares, backe to your natiue spring,<lb n="1757"/>Your tributarie drops
            belong to woe,<lb n="1758"/>Which you mistaking offer vp to ioy:<lb n="1759"/>My husband
            liues that <hi rend="italic">Tibalt</hi> would haue slaine,<lb n="1760"/>And <hi
              rend="italic">Tibalt</hi> dead that would haue slaine my husband:<lb n="1761"/>All
            this is comfort, wherefore weepe I then?<lb n="1762"/>Some words there was worser then
              <hi rend="italic">Tybalts</hi> death<lb n="1763"/>That murdered me, I would forget it
              feine,<lb n="1764"/>But oh, it presses to my memory,<lb n="1765"/>Like damned guilty
            deedes to sinners minds,<lb n="1766"/>
            <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi> is dead and <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> banished:<lb
              n="1767"/>That banished, that one word banished,<lb n="1768"/>Hath slaine ten thousand
              <hi rend="italic">Tibalts: Tibalts</hi> death<lb n="1769"/>Was woe inough if it had
            ended there:<lb n="1770"/>Or if sower woe delights in fellowship,<lb n="1771"/>And
            needly will be rankt with other griefes,<lb n="1772"/>Why followed not when she said <hi
              rend="italic">Tibalt</hi>s dead,<lb n="1773"/>Thy Father or thy Mother, nay or
              both,<lb n="1774"/>Which moderne lamentation might haue mou'd.<lb n="1775"/>But which
            a rere-ward following <hi rend="italic">Tybalts</hi> death<lb n="1776"/>
            <hi rend="italic">
              <seg type="homograph">Romeo</seg>
            </hi> is banished to speake that word,<lb n="1777"/>Is Father, Mother, <hi rend="italic"
              >Tybalt, Romeo, Iuliet,</hi>
            <lb n="1778"/>All slaine, all dead: <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> is banished,<lb
              n="1779"/>There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,<lb n="1780"/>In that words death,
            no words can that woe sound.<lb n="1781"/>Where is my Father and my Mother Nurse?<lb
              n="1782"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Weeping and wailing ouer <hi rend="italic">Tybalts</hi> Coarse,<lb n="1783"/>Will you
            go to them? I will bring you thither.<lb n="1784" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iu.</speaker>
          <ab>Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shal be spent<lb n="1785"/>When theirs are drie
            for <hi rend="italic">Romeo's</hi> banishment.<lb n="1786"/>Take vp those Cordes, poore
            ropes you are beguil'd,<lb n="1787"/>Both you and I for <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> is
              exild:<lb n="1788"/>He made you for a high-way to my bed,<lb n="1789"/>But I a Maid,
            die Maiden widowed.<lb n="1790"/>Come Cord, come Nurse, Ile to my wedding bed,<lb
              n="1791"/>And death not <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi> take my Maiden head.<lb n="1792"
            />
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Hie to your Chamber, Ile find <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>
            <lb n="1793"/>To comfort you, I wot well where he is:<lb n="1794"/>Harke ye your <hi
              rend="italic">Romeo</hi> will be heere at night,<lb n="1795"/>Ile to him, he is hid at
              <hi rend="italic">Lawrence</hi> Cell.<lb n="1796"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>O find him, giue this Ring to my true Knight,<lb n="1797"/>And bid him come, to take
            his last farewell.<lb n="1798"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Exit</stage>
            <lb n="1799"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Frier and Romeo.</stage>
            <lb n="1800"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> come forth,<lb n="1801"/>Come forth thou fearfull man,<lb
              n="1802"/>Affliction is enamor'd of thy parts<lb n="1803"/>And thou art wedded to
              calamitie,<lb n="1804"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Father what newes? <pb n="ff4"/>
            <lb n="1805"/>What is the Princes Doome?<lb n="1806"/>What sorrow craues acquaintance at
            my hand,<lb n="1807"/>That I yet know not?<lb n="1808"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Too familiar<lb n="1809"/>Is my deare Sonne with such sowre Company<lb n="1810"/>I
            bring thee tydings of the Princes Doome.<lb n="1811"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>What lesse then Doomesday,<lb n="1812"/>Is the Princes Doome?<lb n="1813"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>A gentler iudgement vanisht from his lips,<lb n="1814"/>Not bodies death, but bodies
              banishment.<lb n="1815"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Ha, banishment? be mercifull, say death:<lb n="1816"/>For exile hath more terror in
            his looke,<lb n="1817"/>Much more then death: do not say banishment.<lb n="1818"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Here from <hi rend="italic">Verona</hi> art thou banished:<lb n="1819"/>Be patient,
            for the world is broad and wide.<lb n="1820"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>There is no world without <hi rend="italic">Verona</hi> walles,<lb n="1821"/>But
            Purgatorie, Torture, <seg type="homograph">hell</seg> it selfe:<lb n="1822"/>Hence
            banished, is banisht from the world,<lb n="1823"/>And worlds exile is death. Then
              banished,<lb n="1824"/>Is death, mistearm'd, calling death banished,<lb n="1825"/>Thou
            cut'st my head off with a golden Axe,<lb n="1826"/>And smilest vpon the stroke that
            murders me.<lb n="1827"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>O deadly sin, O rude vnthankefulnesse!<lb n="1828"/>Thy falt our Law calles death, but
            the kind Prince<lb n="1829"/>Taking thy part, hath rusht aside the Law,<lb n="1830"/>And
            turn'd that blacke word death, to banishment.<lb n="1831"/>This is deare mercy, and thou
            seest it not.<lb n="1832"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>'Tis Torture and not mercy, heauen is here<lb n="1833"/>Where <hi rend="italic"
              >Iuliet</hi> liues, and euery Cat and Dog,<lb n="1834"/>And little Mouse, euery
            vnworthy thing<lb n="1835"/>Liue here in Heauen and may looke on her,<lb n="1836"/>But
              <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> may not. More Validitie,<lb n="1837"/>More Honourable
            state, more Courtship liues<lb n="1838"/>In carrion Flies, then <hi rend="italic"
              >Romeo:</hi> they may seaze<lb n="1839"/>On the white wonder of deare <hi
              rend="italic">Iuliets</hi> hand,<lb n="1840"/>And steale immortall blessing from her
              lips,<lb n="1841"/>Who euen in pure and vestall modestie<lb n="1842"/>Still blush, as
            thinking their owne kisses sin.<lb n="1843"/>This may Flies doe, when I from this must
              flie,<lb n="1844"/>And saist thou yet, that exile is not death?<lb n="1845"/>But <hi
              rend="italic">Romeo</hi> may not, hee is banished.<lb n="1846"/>Had'st thou no poyson
            mixt, no sharpe ground knife,<lb n="1847"/>No sudden meane of death, though nere so
              meane,<lb n="1848"/>But banished to kill me? Banished?<lb n="1849"/>O Frier, the
            damned vse that word in <seg type="homograph">hell</seg>:<lb n="1850"/>Howlings attends
            it, how hast then the hart<lb n="1851"/>Being a Diuine, a Ghostly Confessor,<lb n="1852"
            />A Sin-Absoluer, and my Friend profest:<lb n="1853"/>To mangle me with that word,
              banished?<lb n="1854"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Then fond Mad man, heare me speake.<lb n="1855"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>O thou wilt speake againe of banishment.<lb n="1856"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Ile giue thee Armour to keepe off that word,<lb n="1857"/>Aduersities sweete milke,
              Philosophie,<lb n="1858"/>To comfort thee, though thou art banished.<lb n="1859"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Yet banished? hang vp Philosophie:<lb n="1860"/>Vnlesse Philosophie can make a <hi
              rend="italic">Iuliet,</hi>
            <lb n="1861"/>Displant a Towne, reuerse a Princes Doome,<lb n="1862"/>It helpes not, it
            preuailes not, talke no more.<lb n="1863"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>O then I see, that Mad men haue no eares.<lb n="1864"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>How should they,<lb n="1865"/>When wisemen haue no eyes?<lb n="1866"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Let me dispaire with thee of thy estate,<lb n="1867"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Thou can'st not speake of that <choice>
              <orig>
                <g ref="#ythou"/>
              </orig>
              <reg>thou</reg>
            </choice> dost not feele,<lb n="1868"/>Wert thou as young as <hi rend="italic"
              >Iuliet</hi> my Loue:<lb n="1869"/>An houre but married, <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>
              murdered,<lb n="1870"/>Doting like me, and like me banished,<lb n="1871"/>Then
            mightest thou speake,<lb n="1872"/>Then mightest thou teare thy hayre,<lb n="1873"/>And
            fall vpon the ground as I doe now,<lb n="1874"/>Taking the measure of an vnmade
              graue.<lb n="1875"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Nurse, and knockes.</stage>
            <lb n="1876"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Frier.</speaker>
          <ab>Arise one knockes,<lb n="1877"/>Good <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> hide thy selfe.<lb
              n="1878"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Not I,<lb n="1879"/>Vnlesse the breath of Hartsicke groanes<lb n="1880"/>Mist-like
            infold me from the search of eyes.<lb n="1881"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Knocke</stage>
            <lb n="1882"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Harke how they knocke:<lb n="1883"/>(Who's there) <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>
              arise,<lb n="1884"/>Thou wilt be taken, stay <seg type="homograph">a</seg> while,
            stand vp:<lb n="1885"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Knocke.</stage>
            <lb n="1886"/>Run to my study: <seg type="homograph">by</seg> and by, Gods <seg
              type="homograph">will</seg>
            <lb n="1887"/>What simplenesse is this: I come, I come.<lb n="1888"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Knocke.</stage>
            <lb n="1889"/>Who knocks so hard?<lb n="1890"/>Whence come you? what's your <seg
              type="homograph">will</seg>?<lb n="1891"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Nurse.</stage>
            <lb n="1892"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Let me come in,<lb n="1893"/>And you shall know my errand:<lb n="1894"/>I come from
            Lady <hi rend="italic">Iuliet.</hi>
            <lb n="1895"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Welcome then.<lb n="1896"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>O holy Frier, O tell me holy Frier,<lb n="1897"/>Where's my Ladies Lord? where's <hi
              rend="italic">Romeo</hi>?<lb n="1898"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>There on the ground,<lb n="1899"/>With his owne teares made drunke.<lb n="1900"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>O he is euen in my Mistresse case,<lb n="1901"/>Iust in her case. O wofull
              simpathy:<lb n="1902"/>Pittious predicament, euen so lies she,<lb n="1903"/>Blubbring
            and weeping, weeping and blubbring,<lb n="1904"/>Stand vp, stand vp, stand <seg
              type="homograph">and</seg> you be a man,<lb n="1905"/>For <hi rend="italic"
              >Iuliets</hi> sake, for her sake rise and stand:<lb n="1906"/>Why should you fall into
            so deepe an <seg type="homograph">O</seg>.<lb n="1907"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Nurse.<lb n="1908"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Ah sir, ah sir, deaths the end of all.<lb n="1909"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Speak'st thou of <hi rend="italic">Iuliet</hi>? how is it with her?<lb n="1910"/>Doth
            not she thinke me an old Murtherer,<lb n="1911"/>Now I haue stain'd the Childhood of our
              ioy,<lb n="1912"/>With blood remoued, but little from her owne?<lb n="1913"/>Where is
            she? and how doth she? and what sayes<lb n="1914"/>My conceal'd Lady to our conceal'd
              Loue?<lb n="1915" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Oh she sayes nothing sir, but weeps and weeps,<lb n="1916"/>And now fals on her bed,
            and then starts vp,<lb n="1917"/>And <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi> calls, and then on
              <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> cries,<lb n="1918"/>And then downe falls againe.<lb
              n="1919"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ro.</speaker>
          <ab>As if that name shot from the dead leuell of a Gun,<lb n="1920"/>Did murder her, as
            that names cursed hand<lb n="1921"/>Murdred her kinsman. Oh tell me Frier, tell me,<lb
              n="1922"/>In what vile part of this Anatomie<lb n="1923"/>Doth my name lodge? Tell me,
            that I may sacke<lb n="1924"/>The hatefull Mansion.<lb n="1925"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Hold thy desperate hand:<lb n="1926"/>Art thou a man? thy forme cries out thou art:<lb
              n="1927"/>Thy teares are womanish, thy wild acts denote<lb n="1928"/>The vnreasonable
            Furie of a beast.<lb n="1929"/>Vnseemely woman, in a seeming man,<lb n="1930"/>And <seg
              type="homograph">ill</seg> beseeming beast in seeming both,<lb n="1931"/>Thou hast
            amaz'd me. By my holy order,<lb n="1932"/>I thought thy disposition better temper'd.<lb
              n="1933"/>Hast thou slaine <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>? wilt thou slay thy selfe?<lb
              n="1934"/>And slay thy Lady, that in thy life lies,<lb n="1935"/>By doing damned hate
            vpon thy selfe?<lb n="1936"/>Why rayl'st thou on thy birth? the heauen and earth? <pb
              n="ff4v"/>
            <lb n="1937"/>Since birth, and heauen and earth, all three do meete<lb n="1938"/>In thee
            at once, which thou at once would'st loose.<lb n="1939"/>Fie, fie, thou sham'st thy
            shape, thy loue, thy wit,<lb n="1940"/>Which like a Vsurer abound'st in all:<lb n="1941"
            />And vsest none in that true vse indeed,<lb n="1942"/>Which should bedecke thy shape,
            thy loue, thy wit:<lb n="1943"/>Thy Noble shape, is but a forme of waxe,<lb n="1944"
            />Digressing from the Valour of a man,<lb n="1945"/>Thy deare Loue sworne but hollow
              periurie,<lb n="1946"/>Killing that Loue which thou hast vow'd to cherish.<lb n="1947"
            />Thy wit, that Ornament, to shape and Loue,<lb n="1948"/>Mishapen in the conduct of
            them both:<lb n="1949"/>Like powder in a skillesse Souldiers flaske,<lb n="1950"/>Is set
              <seg type="homograph">a</seg> fire by thine owne ignorance,<lb n="1951"/>And thou
            dismembred with thine owne defence.<lb n="1952"/>What, rowse thee man, thy <hi
              rend="italic">Iuliet</hi> is aliue,<lb n="1953"/>For whose deare sake thou wast but
            lately dead.<lb n="1954"/>There art thou happy. <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi> would kill
              thee,<lb n="1955"/>But thou slew'st <hi rend="italic">Tybalt,</hi> there art thou
              happie.<lb n="1956"/>The law that threatned death became thy Friend.<lb n="1957"/>And
            turn'd it to exile, there art thou happy.<lb n="1958"/>A packe or blessing light vpon
            thy backe,<lb n="1959"/>Happinesse Courts thee in her best array,<lb n="1960"/>But like
            a mishaped and sullen wench,<lb n="1961"/>Thou puttest vp thy Fortune and thy Loue:<lb
              n="1962"/>Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.<lb n="1963"/>Goe get thee to
            thy Loue as was decreed,<lb n="1964"/>Ascend her Chamber, hence and comfort her:<lb
              n="1965"/>But looke thou stay not till the watch be set,<lb n="1966"/>For then thou
            canst not passe to <hi rend="italic">Mantua,</hi>
            <lb n="1967"/>Where thou shalt liue till we can finde a time<lb n="1968"/>To blaze your
            marriage, reconcile your Friends,<lb n="1969"/>Beg pardon of thy Prince, and call thee
              backe,<lb n="1970"/>With twenty hundred thousand times more ioy<lb n="1971"/>Then thou
            went'st forth in lamentation.<lb n="1972"/>Goe before Nurse, commend me to thy Lady,<lb
              n="1973"/>And bid her hasten all the house to bed,<lb n="1974"/>Which heauy sorrow
            makes them apt vnto.<lb n="1975"/>
            <hi rend="italic">
              <seg type="homograph">Romeo</seg>
            </hi> is comming.<lb n="1976"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>O Lord, I could haue staid here all night,<lb n="1977"/>To heare good counsell: oh
            what learning is!<lb n="1978"/>My Lord Ile tell my Lady you will come.<lb n="1979"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Do so, and bid my Sweete prepare to chide.<lb n="1980"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Heere sir, a Ring she bid me giue you sir:<lb n="1981"/>Hie you, make <seg
              type="homograph">hast</seg>, for it growes very late.<lb n="1982"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>How well my comfort is reuiu'd by this.<lb n="1983"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Go hence,<lb n="1984"/>Goodnight, and here stands all your state:<lb n="1985"/>Either
            be gone before the watch be set,<lb n="1986"/>Or by the breake of day disguis'd from
              hence,<lb n="1987"/>Soiourne in <hi rend="italic">Mantua,</hi> Ile find out your
              man,<lb n="1988"/>And he shall signifie from time to time,<lb n="1989"/>Euery good hap
            to you, that chaunces heere:<lb n="1990"/>Giue me thy hand, 'tis late, farewell,
              goodnight.<lb n="1991"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>But that a ioy past ioy, calls out on me,<lb n="1992"/>It were a griefe, so briefe to
            part with thee:<lb n="1993"/>Farewell. <stage rend="italic">Exeunt.</stage>
            <lb n="1994"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter old Capulet, his Wife and Paris.</stage>
            <lb n="1995"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>Things haue falne out sir so vnluckily,<lb n="1996"/>That we haue had no time to moue
            our Daughter:<lb n="1997"/>Looke you, she Lou'd her kinsman <hi rend="italic"
              >Tybalt</hi> dearely,<lb n="1998"/>And so did I. Well, we were borne to die.<lb
              n="1999"/>'Tis very late, she'l not come downe to night:<lb n="2000"/>I promise you,
            but for your company,<lb n="2001"/>I would haue bin <seg type="homograph">a</seg> bed an
            houre ago.<lb n="2002"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Par.</speaker>
          <ab>These times of wo, affoord no times to wooe:<lb n="2003"/>Madam goodnight, commend me
            to your Daughter.<lb n="2004"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Lady.</speaker>
          <ab>I will, and know her mind early to morrow,<lb n="2005"/>To night, she is mewed vp to
            her heauinesse.<lb n="2006"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>Sir <hi rend="italic">Paris,</hi> I will make a desperate tender<lb n="2007"/>Of my
            Childes loue: I thinke she will be rul'd<lb n="2008"/>In all respects by me: nay more, I
            doubt it not.<lb n="2009"/>Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed,<lb n="2010"/>Acquaint
            her here, of my Sonne <hi rend="italic">Paris</hi> Loue,<lb n="2011"/>And bid her, marke
            you me, on Wendsday next,<lb n="2012"/>But soft, what day is this?<lb n="2013"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Par.</speaker>
          <ab>Monday my Lord.<lb n="2014"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>Monday, ha ha: well Wendsday is too soone,<lb n="2015"/>
            <seg type="homograph">A</seg> Thursday let it be: <seg type="homograph">a</seg> Thursday
            tell her,<lb n="2016"/>She shall be married to this Noble Earle:<lb n="2017"/>Will you
            be ready? do you like this <seg type="homograph">hast</seg>?<lb n="2018"/>Weele keepe no
            great adoe, a Friend or two,<lb n="2019"/>For harke you, <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>
            being slaine so late,<lb n="2020"/>It may be thought we held him carelesly,<lb n="2021"
            />Being our kinsman, if we reuell much:<lb n="2022"/>Therefore weele haue some halfe a
            dozen Friends,<lb n="2023"/>And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?<lb n="2024"
            />
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Paris.</speaker>
          <ab>My Lord,<lb n="2025"/>I would that Thursday were to morrow.<lb n="2026"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>Well, get you gone, <seg type="homograph">a</seg> Thursday, be it then:<lb n="2027"
            />Go you to <hi rend="italic">Iuliet</hi> ere you go to bed,<lb n="2028"/>Prepare her
            wife, against this wedding day.<lb n="2029"/>Farewell my Lord, light to my Chamber
              hoa,<lb n="2030" rend="rj"/>Afore me, it is so late, that we may call it early <seg
              type="homograph">by</seg> and by,<lb n="2031"/>Goodnight. <stage rend="italic"
              >Exeunt.</stage>
            <lb n="2032"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Romeo and Iuliet aloft.</stage>
            <lb n="2033"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet neere day:<lb n="2034"/>It was the Nightingale, and
            not the Larke,<lb n="2035"/>That pier'st the fearefull hollow of thine eare,<lb n="2036"
            />Nightly she sings on yond Pomgranet tree,<lb n="2037"/>Beleeue me Loue, it was the
              Nightingale.<lb n="2038"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>It was the Larke the Herauld of the Morne:<lb n="2039"/>No Nightingale: looke Loue
            what enuious streakes<lb n="2040"/>Do lace the seuering Cloudes in yonder East:<lb
              n="2041"/>Nights Candles are burnt out, and Iocond day<lb n="2042"/>Stands tipto on
            the mistie Mountaines tops,<lb n="2043"/>I must be gone and liue, or stay and die.<lb
              n="2044"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Yond light is not daylight, I know it I:<lb n="2045"/>It is some Meteor that the Sun
              exhales,<lb n="2046"/>To be to thee this night a Torch-bearer,<lb n="2047"/>And light
            thee on thy way to <hi rend="italic">Mantua.</hi>
            <lb n="2048"/>Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not be gone,<lb n="2049"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Let me be tane, let me be put to death,<lb n="2050"/>I am content, so thou wilt haue
            it so.<lb n="2051"/>Ile say yon gray is not the mornings eye,<lb n="2052"/>'Tis but the
            pale reflexe of <hi rend="italic">Cinthias</hi> brow.<lb n="2053"/>Nor that is not Larke
            whose noates do beate<lb n="2054"/>The vaulty heauen so high aboue our heads,<lb
              n="2055"/>I haue more care to stay, then <seg type="homograph">will</seg> to go:<lb
              n="2056"/>Come death and welcome, <hi rend="italic">Iuliet</hi> wills it so.<lb
              n="2057"/>How ist my soule, lets talke, it is not day.<lb n="2058"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iuli.</speaker>
          <ab>It is, it is, hie hence be gone away:<lb n="2059"/>It is the Larke that sings so out
            of tune,<lb n="2060"/>Straining harsh Discords, and vnpleasing Sharpes.<lb n="2061"
            />Some say the Larke makes sweete Diuision;<lb n="2062"/>This doth not so: for she
            diuideth vs.<lb n="2063"/>Some say, the Larke and loathed Toad change eyes,<lb n="2064"
            />O now I would they had chang'd voyces too: <pb n="ff5"/>
            <lb n="2065"/>Since arme from arme that voyce doth vs affray,<lb n="2066"/>Hunting thee
            hence, with Hunts-vp to the day,<lb n="2067"/>O now be gone, more light and it light
              growes.<lb n="2068" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>More light &amp; light, more darke &amp; darke our woes.<lb n="2069"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Madam and Nurse.</stage>
            <lb n="2070"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Madam.<lb n="2071"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Nurse.<lb n="2072" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Your Lady Mother is comming to your chamber,<lb n="2073"/>The day is broke, be wary,
            looke about.<lb n="2074"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Then window let day in, and let life out.<lb n="2075"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Farewell, farewell, one kisse and Ile descend.<lb n="2076" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Art thou gone so? Loue, Lord, ay Husband, Friend,<lb n="2077"/>I must heare from thee
            euery day in the houre,<lb n="2078"/>For in a minute there are many dayes,<lb n="2079"
            />O by this count I shall be much in yeares,<lb n="2080"/>Ere I againe behold my <hi
              rend="italic">Romeo.</hi>
            <lb n="2081"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Farewell:<lb n="2082"/>I will omit no oportunitie,<lb n="2083"/>That may conuey my
            greetings Loue, to thee.<lb n="2084"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>O thinkest thou we shall euer meet againe?<lb n="2085"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serue<lb n="2086"/>For sweet discourses in
            our time to come.<lb n="2087"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iuliet.</speaker>
          <ab>O God! I haue an <seg type="homograph">ill</seg> Diuining soule,<lb n="2088"/>Me
            thinkes I see thee now, thou art so lowe,<lb n="2089"/>As one dead in the bottome of a
              Tombe,<lb n="2090"/>Either my eye-sight failes, or thou look'st pale.<lb n="2091"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>And trust me Loue, in my eye so do you:<lb n="2092"/>Drie sorrow drinkes our blood.
            Adue, adue. <stage rend="italic">Exit.</stage>
            <lb n="2093"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle,<lb n="2094"/>If thou art fickle, what
            dost thou with him<lb n="2095"/>That is renown'd for faith? be fickle Fortune:<lb
              n="2096"/>For then I hope thou wilt not keepe him long,<lb n="2097"/>But send him
              backe.<lb n="2098"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Mother.</stage>
            <lb n="2099"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Lad.</speaker>
          <ab>Ho Daughter, are you vp?<lb n="2100"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Who ist that calls? Is it my Lady Mother.<lb n="2101"/>Is she not downe so late, or vp
            so early?<lb n="2102"/>What vnaccustom'd cause procures her hither?<lb n="2103"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Lad.</speaker>
          <ab>Why how now <hi rend="italic">Iuliet</hi>?<lb n="2104"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Madam I am not well.<lb n="2105"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Lad.</speaker>
          <ab>Euermore weeping for your Cozins death?<lb n="2106"/>What wilt thou wash him from his
            graue with teares?<lb n="2107"/>
            <seg type="homograph">And</seg> if thou could'st, thou could'st not make him liue:<lb
              n="2108"/>Therefore haue done, some griefe shewes much of Loue,<lb n="2109"/>But much
            of griefe, shewes still some want of wit.<lb n="2110"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Yet let me weepe, for such a feeling losse.<lb n="2111"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Lad.</speaker>
          <ab>So shall you feele the losse, but not the Friend<lb n="2112"/>Which you weepe for.<lb
              n="2113"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Feeling so the losse,<lb n="2114"/>I cannot chuse but euer weepe the Friend.<lb
              n="2115" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
          <ab>Well Girle, thou weep'st not so much for his death,<lb n="2116"/>As that the Villaine
            liues which slaughter'd him.<lb n="2117"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>What Villaine, Madam?<lb n="2118"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Lad.</speaker>
          <ab>That same Villaine <hi rend="italic">Romeo.</hi>
            <lb n="2119"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Villaine and he, be many miles assunder:<lb n="2120"/>God pardon, I doe with all my
              heart:<lb n="2121"/>And yet no man like he, doth grieue my heart.<lb n="2122"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Lad.</speaker>
          <ab>That is because the Traitor liues.<lb n="2123"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">I</seg> Madam from the reach of these my hands:<lb n="2124"/>Would
            none but I might venge my Cozins death.<lb n="2125"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Lad.</speaker>
          <ab>We will haue vengeance for it, feare thou not.<lb n="2126"/>Then weepe no more, Ile
            send to one in <hi rend="italic">Mantua,</hi>
            <lb n="2127"/>Where that same banisht Run-agate doth liue,<lb n="2128"/>Shall giue him
            such an vnaccustom'd dram,<lb n="2129"/>That he shall soone keepe <hi rend="italic"
              >Tybalt</hi> company:<lb n="2130"/>And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied.<lb n="2131"
            />
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Indeed I neuer shall be satisfied<lb n="2132"/>With <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi> till
            I behold him. Dead<lb n="2133"/>Is my poore heart so for a kinsman vext:<lb n="2134"
            />Madam, if you could find out but a man<lb n="2135"/>To beare a poyson, I would temper
              it;<lb n="2136"/>That <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> should vpon receit thereof,<lb
              n="2137"/>Soone sleepe in quiet. O how my heart abhors<lb n="2138"/>To heare him
            nam'd, and cannot come to him,<lb n="2139"/>To wreake the Loue I bore my Cozin,<lb
              n="2140"/>Vpon his body that hath slaughter'd him.<lb n="2141"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mo.</speaker>
          <ab>Find thou the meanes, and Ile find such a man.<lb n="2142"/>But now Ile tell thee
            ioyfull tidings Gyrle.<lb n="2143"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>And ioy comes well, in such a needy time,<lb n="2144"/>What are they, beseech your
              Ladyship?<lb n="2145"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mo.</speaker>
          <ab>Well, well, thou hast a carefull Father Child?<lb n="2146"/>One who to put thee from
            thy heauinesse,<lb n="2147"/>Hath sorted out a sudden day of ioy,<lb n="2148"/>That thou
            expects not, nor I lookt not for.<lb n="2149"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Madam in happy time, what day is this?<lb n="2150"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mo.</speaker>
          <ab>Marry my Child, early next Thursday morne,<lb n="2151"/>The gallant, young, and Noble
              Gentleman,<lb n="2152"/>The Countie <hi rend="italic">Paris</hi> at Saint <hi
              rend="italic">Peters</hi> Church,<lb n="2153"/>Shall happily make thee a ioyfull
              Bride.<lb n="2154"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Now by Saint <hi rend="italic">Peters</hi> Church, and <hi rend="italic">Peter</hi>
              too,<lb n="2155"/>He shall not make me there a ioyfull Bride.<lb n="2156"/>I wonder at
            this <seg type="homograph">hast</seg>, that I must wed<lb n="2157"/>Ere he that should
            be Husband comes to woe:<lb n="2158"/>I pray you tell my Lord and Father Madam,<lb
              n="2159"/>I will not marrie yet, and when I doe, I sweare<lb n="2160"/>It shall be <hi
              rend="italic">Romeo,</hi> whom you know I hate<lb n="2161"/>Rather then <hi
              rend="italic">Paris.</hi> These are newes indeed.<lb n="2162"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mo.</speaker>
          <ab>Here comes your Father, tell him so your selfe,<lb n="2163"/>And see how he will take
            it at your hands.<lb n="2164"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Capulet and Nurse.</stage>
            <lb n="2165"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>When the Sun sets, the earth doth drizzle deaw<lb n="2166"/>But for the Sunset of my
            Brothers Sonne,<lb n="2167"/>It raines downright.<lb n="2168"/>How now? A Conduit Gyrle,
            what still in teares?<lb n="2169"/>Euermore showring in one little body?<lb n="2170"
            />Thou counterfaits a Barke, a Sea, a Wind:<lb n="2171"/>For still thy eyes, which I may
            call the Sea,<lb n="2172"/>Do ebbe and flow with teares, the Barke thy body is<lb
              n="2173"/>Sayling in this salt floud, the windes thy sighes,<lb n="2174"/>Who raging
            with the teares and they with them,<lb n="2175"/>Without a sudden calme will ouer set<lb
              n="2176"/>Thy tempest tossed body. How now wife?<lb n="2177"/>Haue you deliuered to
            her our decree?<lb n="2178"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Lady.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">I</seg> sir;<lb n="2179"/>But she will none, she giues you
              thankes,<lb n="2180"/>I would the foole were married to her graue.<lb n="2181"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>Soft, take me with you, take me with you wife,<lb n="2182"/>How, will she none? doth
            she not giue vs thanks?<lb n="2183"/>Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,<lb
              n="2184"/>Vnworthy as she is, that we haue wrought<lb n="2185"/>So worthy a Gentleman,
            to be her Bridegroome<lb n="2186"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Not proud you haue,<lb n="2187"/>But thankfull that you haue:<lb n="2188"/>Proud can I
            neuer be of what I haue,<lb n="2189"/>But thankfull euen for hate, that is meant
              Loue.<lb n="2190"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>How now?<lb n="2191"/>How now? Chopt Logicke? what is this?<lb n="2192"/>Proud, and I
            thanke you: and I thanke you not.<lb n="2193"/>Thanke me no thankings, nor proud me no
              prouds,<lb n="2194"/>But fettle your fine ioints 'gainst Thursday next, <pb n="ff5v"/>
            <lb n="2195"/>To go with <hi rend="italic">Paris</hi> to Saint <hi rend="italic"
              >Peters</hi> Church:<lb n="2196"/>Or I will drag thee, on a Hurdle thither.<lb
              n="2197"/>Out you greene sicknesse carrion, out you baggage,<lb n="2198"/>You tallow
              face.<lb n="2199"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Lady.</speaker>
          <ab>Fie, fie, what are you mad?<lb n="2200"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Good Father, I beseech you on my knees<lb n="2201"/>Heare me with patience, but to
            speake a word.<lb n="2202"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fa.</speaker>
          <ab>Hang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch,<lb n="2203"/>I tell thee what, get thee
            to Church <seg type="homograph">a</seg> Thursday,<lb n="2204"/>Or neuer after looke me
            in the face.<lb n="2205"/>Speake not, reply not, do not answere me.<lb n="2206"/>My
            fingers itch, wife: we scarce thought vs blest,<lb n="2207"/>That God had lent vs but
            this onely Child,<lb n="2208"/>But now I see this one is one too much,<lb n="2209"/>And
            that we haue a curse in hauing her:<lb n="2210"/>Out on her Hilding.<lb n="2211"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>God in heauen blesse her,<lb n="2212"/>You are <seg type="homograph">too</seg> blame
            my Lord to rate her so.<lb n="2213"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fa.</speaker>
          <ab>And why my Lady wisedome? hold your tongue,<lb n="2214"/>Good Prudence, smatter with
            your gossip, go.<lb n="2215"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>I speak no treason,<lb n="2216"/>Father, O Godigoden,<lb n="2217"/>May not one
              speake?<lb n="2218"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fa.</speaker>
          <ab>Peace you mumbling foole,<lb n="2219"/>Vtter your grauitie ore a Gossips bowles<lb
              n="2220"/>For here we need it not.<lb n="2221"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
          <ab>You are too hot.<lb n="2222"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fa.</speaker>
          <ab>Gods bread, it makes me mad:<lb n="2223"/>Day, night, houre, ride, time, worke,
              play,<lb n="2224"/>Alone in companie, still my care hath bin<lb n="2225"/>To haue her
            matcht, and hauing now prouided<lb n="2226"/>A Gentleman of Noble Parentage,<lb n="2227"
            />Of faire Demeanes, Youthfull, and Nobly Allied,<lb n="2228"/>Stuft as they say with
            Honourable parts,<lb n="2229"/>Proportion'd as ones thought would wish a man,<lb
              n="2230"/>And then to haue a wretched puling foole,<lb n="2231"/>A whining mammet, in
            her Fortunes tender,<lb n="2232"/>To answer, Ile not wed, I cannot Loue:<lb n="2233"/>I
            am too young, I pray you pardon me.<lb n="2234"/>But, <seg type="homograph">and</seg>
            you will not wed, Ile pardon you.<lb n="2235"/>Graze where you will, you shall not house
            with me:<lb n="2236"/>Looke too't, thinke on't, I do not vse to iest.<lb n="2237"
            />Thursday is neere, lay hand on heart, aduise,<lb n="2238"/>
            <seg type="homograph">And</seg> you be mine, Ile giue you to my Friend:<lb n="2239"/>
            <seg type="homograph">And</seg> you be not, hang, beg, starue, die in the streets,<lb
              n="2240"/>For by my soule, Ile nere acknowledge thee,<lb n="2241"/>Nor what is mine
            shall neuer do thee good:<lb n="2242"/>Trust too't, bethinke you, Ile not be forsworne
              <stage rend="italic">Exit.</stage>
            <lb n="2243"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iuli.</speaker>
          <ab>Is there no pittie sitting in the Cloudes,<lb n="2244"/>That sees into the bottome of
            my griefe?<lb n="2245"/>O sweet my Mother cast me not away,<lb n="2246"/>Delay this
            marriage, for a month, a weeke,<lb n="2247"/>Or if you do not, make the Bridall bed<lb
              n="2248"/>In that dim Monument where <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi> lies.<lb n="2249"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mo.</speaker>
          <ab>Talke not to me, for Ile not speake a word,<lb n="2250"/>Do as thou wilt, for I haue
            done with thee. <stage rend="italic">Exit.</stage>
            <lb n="2251"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>O God!<lb n="2252"/>O Nurse, how shall this be preuented?<lb n="2253"/>My Husband is
            on earth, my faith in heauen,<lb n="2254"/>How shall that faith returne againe to
              earth,<lb n="2255"/>Vnlesse that Husband send it me from heauen,<lb n="2256"/>By
            leauing earth? Comfort me, counsaile me:<lb n="2257"/>Alacke, alacke, that heauen should
            practise stratagems<lb n="2258"/>Vpon so soft a subiect as my selfe.<lb n="2259"/>What
            saist thou? hast thou not a word of ioy?<lb n="2260"/>Some comfort Nurse.<lb n="2261"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Faith here it is,<lb n="2262"/>
            <hi rend="italic">
              <seg type="homograph">Romeo</seg>
            </hi> is banished, and all the world to nothing,<lb n="2263"/>That he dares nere come
            backe to challenge you:<lb n="2264"/>Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth.<lb
              n="2265"/>Then since the case so stands as now it doth,<lb n="2266"/>I thinke it best
            you married with the Countie,<lb n="2267"/>O hee's a Louely Gentleman:<lb n="2268"/>
            <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>s a dish-clout to him: an Eagle Madam<lb n="2269"/>Hath not
            so greene, so quicke, so faire an eye<lb n="2270"/>As <hi rend="italic">Paris</hi> hath,
            beshrow my very heart,<lb n="2271"/>I thinke you are happy in this second match,<lb
              n="2272"/>For it excels your first: or if it did not,<lb n="2273"/>Your first is dead,
            or 'twere as good he were,<lb n="2274"/>As liuing here and you no vse of him.<lb
              n="2275"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Speakest thou from thy heart?<lb n="2276"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>And from my soule too,<lb n="2277"/>Or else beshrew them both.<lb n="2278"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Amen.<lb n="2279"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>What?<lb n="2280"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Well, thou hast comforted me marue'lous much,<lb n="2281"/>Go in, and tell my Lady I
            am gone,<lb n="2282"/>Hauing displeas'd my Father, to <hi rend="italic">Lawrence</hi>
              Cell,<lb n="2283"/>To make confession, and to be absolu'd.<lb n="2284"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Marrie I will, and this is wisely done.<lb n="2285"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Auncient damnation, O most wicked fiend!<lb n="2286"/>It is more sin to wish me thus
              forsworne,<lb n="2287"/>Or to dispraise my Lord with that same tongue<lb n="2288"
            />Which she hath prais'd him with aboue compare,<lb n="2289"/>So many thousand times? Go
              Counsellor,<lb n="2290"/>Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twaine:<lb n="2291"
            />Ile to the Frier to know his remedie,<lb n="2292"/>If all else faile, my selfe haue
            power to die. <stage rend="italic">Exeunt.</stage>
            <lb n="2293"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Frier and Countie Paris.</stage>
            <lb n="2294"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>On Thursday sir? the time is very short.<lb n="2295"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Par.</speaker>
          <ab>My Father <hi rend="italic">Capulet</hi> will haue it so,<lb n="2296"/>And I am
            nothing slow to slack his <seg type="homograph">hast</seg>.<lb n="2297"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>You say you do not know the Ladies mind?<lb n="2298"/>Vneuen is the course, I like it
              not.<lb n="2299"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pa.</speaker>
          <ab>Immoderately she weepes for <hi rend="italic">Tybalts</hi> death,<lb n="2300"/>And
            therfore haue I little talke of Loue,<lb n="2301"/>For <hi rend="italic">Venus</hi>
            smiles not in a house of teares.<lb n="2302"/>Now sir, her Father counts it dangerous<lb
              n="2303"/>That she doth giue her sorrow so much sway:<lb n="2304"/>And in his
            wisedome, hasts our marriage,<lb n="2305"/>To stop the inundation of her teares,<lb
              n="2306"/>Which too much minded by her selfe alone,<lb n="2307"/>May be put from her
            by societie.<lb n="2308"/>Now doe you know the reason of this <seg type="homograph"
              >hast</seg>?<lb n="2309"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.<lb n="2310"/>Looke sir, here comes the
            Lady towards my Cell.<lb n="2311"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Iuliet.</stage>
            <lb n="2312"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Par.</speaker>
          <ab>Happily met, my Lady and my wife.<lb n="2313"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>That may be sir, when I may be a wife.<lb n="2314"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Par.</speaker>
          <ab>That may be, must be Loue, on Thursday next.<lb n="2315"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>What must be shall be.<lb n="2316"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>That's a certaine text.<lb n="2317"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Par.</speaker>
          <ab>Come you to make confession to this Father?<lb n="2318"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>To answere that, I should confesse to you.<lb n="2319"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Par.</speaker>
          <ab>Do not denie to him, that you Loue me.<lb n="2320"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>I will confesse to you that I Loue him.<lb n="2321"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Par.</speaker>
          <ab>So will ye, I am sure that you Loue me.<lb n="2322"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>If I do so, it will be of more price,<lb n="2323"/>Being spoke behind your backe, then
            to your face.<lb n="2324"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Par.</speaker>
          <ab>Poore soule, thy face is much abus'd with teares. <pb n="ff6"/>
            <lb n="2325"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>The teares haue got small victorie by that:<lb n="2326"/>For it was bad inough before
            their spight.<lb n="2327" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pa.</speaker>
          <ab>Thou wrong'st it more then teares with that report.<lb n="2328"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>That is no slaunder sir, which is a truth,<lb n="2329"/>And what I spake, I spake it
            to thy face.<lb n="2330"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Par.</speaker>
          <ab>Thy face is mine, and thou hast slaundred it.<lb n="2331"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>It may be so, for it is not mine owne.<lb n="2332"/>Are you at leisure, Holy Father
              now,<lb n="2333"/>Or shall I come to you at euening Masse?<lb n="2334"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>My leisure serues me pensiue daughter now.<lb n="2335"/>My Lord you must intreat the
            time alone.<lb n="2336"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Par.</speaker>
          <ab>Godsheild: I should disturbe Deuotion,<lb n="2337"/>
            <hi rend="italic">
              <seg type="homograph">Iuliet</seg>,</hi> on Thursday early will I rowse yee,<lb
              n="2338"/>Till then adue, and keepe this holy kisse. <stage rend="italic">Exit
              Paris.</stage>
            <lb n="2339"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>O shut the doore, and when thou hast done so,<lb n="2340"/>Come weepe with me, past
            hope, past care, past helpe.<lb n="2341"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>O <hi rend="italic">Iuliet,</hi> I alreadie know thy griefe,<lb n="2342"/>It streames
            me past the compasse of my wits:<lb n="2343"/>I heare thou must and nothing may prorogue
              it,<lb n="2344"/>On Thursday next be married to this Countie.<lb n="2345"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Tell me not Frier that thou hearest of this,<lb n="2346"/>Vnlesse thou tell me how I
            may preuent it:<lb n="2347"/>If in thy wisedome, thou canst giue no helpe,<lb n="2348"
            />Do thou but call my resolution wise,<lb n="2349"/>And with this knife, Ile helpe it
              presently.<lb n="2350"/>God ioyn'd my heart, and <hi rend="italic">Romeos,</hi> thou
            our hands,<lb n="2351"/>And ere this hand by thee to <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>
              seal'd:<lb n="2352"/>Shall be the Labell to another Deede,<lb n="2353"/>Or my true
            heart with trecherous reuolt,<lb n="2354"/>Turne to another, this shall slay them
              both:<lb n="2355"/>Therefore out of thy long experien'st time,<lb n="2356"/>Giue me
            some present counsell, or behold<lb n="2357"/>Twixt my extreames and me, this bloody
              knife<lb n="2358"/>Shall play the vmpeere, arbitrating that,<lb n="2359"/>Which the
            commission of thy yeares and <seg type="homograph">art</seg>,<lb n="2360"/>Could to no
            issue of true honour bring:<lb n="2361"/>Be not so long to speak, I long to die,<lb
              n="2362"/>If what thou speak'st, speake not of remedy.<lb n="2363"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Hold Daughter, I doe spie a kind of hope,<lb n="2364"/>Which craues as desperate an
              execution,<lb n="2365"/>As that is desperate which we would preuent.<lb n="2366"/>If
            rather then to marrie Countie <hi rend="italic">Paris</hi>
            <lb n="2367"/>Thou hast the strength of <seg type="homograph">will</seg> to slay thy
              selfe,<lb n="2368"/>Then is it likely thou wilt vndertake<lb n="2369"/>A thing like
            death to chide away this shame,<lb n="2370"/>That coap'st with death himselfe, to scape
            fro it:<lb n="2371"/>And if thou dar'st, Ile giue thee remedie.<lb n="2372"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Oh bid me leape, rather then marrie <hi rend="italic">Paris,</hi>
            <lb n="2373"/>From <seg type="homograph">of</seg> the Battlements of any Tower,<lb
              n="2374"/>Or walke in theeuish waies, or bid me lurke<lb n="2375"/>Where Serpents are:
            chaine me with roaring Beares<lb n="2376"/>Or hide me nightly in a Charnell house,<lb
              n="2377"/>Orecouered quite with dead mens ratling bones,<lb n="2378"/>With reckie
            shankes and yellow chappels sculls:<lb n="2379"/>Or bid me go into a new made graue,<lb
              n="2380"/>And hide me with a dead man in his graue,<lb n="2381"/>Things that to heare
            them told, haue made me tremble,<lb n="2382"/>And I will doe it without feare or
              doubt,<lb n="2383"/>To liue an vnstained wife to my sweet Loue.<lb n="2384"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Hold then: goe home, be merrie, giue consent,<lb n="2385"/>To marrie <hi rend="italic"
              >Paris:</hi> wensday is to morrow,<lb n="2386"/>To morrow night looke that thou lie
              alone,<lb n="2387"/>Let not thy Nurse lie with thee in thy Chamber:<lb n="2388"/>Take
            thou this Violl being then in bed,<lb n="2389"/>And this distilling liquor drinke thou
              off,<lb n="2390"/>When presently through all thy veines shall run,<lb n="2391"/>A cold
            and drowsie humour: for no pulse<lb n="2392"/>Shall keepe his natiue progresse, but
              surcease:<lb n="2393"/>No warmth, no breath shall testifie thou liuest,<lb n="2394"
            />The Roses in thy lips and cheekes shall fade<lb n="2395"/>To many ashes, the eyes
            windowes fall<lb n="2396"/>Like death when he shut vp the day of life:<lb n="2397"/>Each
            part depriu'd of supple gouernment,<lb n="2398"/>Shall stiffe and starke, and cold
            appeare like death,<lb n="2399"/>And in this borrowed likenesse of shrunke death<lb
              n="2400"/>Thou shalt continue two and forty houres,<lb n="2401"/>And then awake, as
            from a pleasant sleepe.<lb n="2402"/>Now when the Bridegroome in the morning comes,<lb
              n="2403"/>To rowse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:<lb n="2404"/>Then as the
            manner of our country is,<lb n="2405"/>In thy best Robes vncouer'd on the Beere,<lb
              n="2406"/>Be borne to buriall in thy kindreds graue:<lb n="2407"/>Thou shalt be borne
            to that same ancient vault,<lb n="2408"/>Where all the kindred of the <hi rend="italic"
              >Capulets</hi> lie,<lb n="2409"/>In the meane time against thou shalt awake,<lb
              n="2410"/>Shall <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> by my Letters know our drift,<lb n="2411"
            />And hither shall he come, and that very night<lb n="2412"/>Shall <hi rend="italic"
              >Romeo</hi> beare thee hence to <hi rend="italic">Mantua.</hi>
            <lb n="2413"/>And this shall free thee from this present shame,<lb n="2414"/>If no
            inconstant toy nor womanish feare,<lb n="2415"/>Abate thy valour in the acting it.<lb
              n="2416"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Giue me, giue me, O tell me not of care.<lb n="2417"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Hold get you gone, be strong and prosperous:<lb n="2418"/>In this resolue, Ile send a
            Frier with speed<lb n="2419"/>To <hi rend="italic">Mantua</hi> with my Letters to thy
              Lord.<lb n="2420"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iu.</speaker>
          <ab>Loue giue me strength,<lb n="2421"/>And the strength shall helpe afford:<lb n="2422"
            />Farewell deare father. <stage rend="italic">Exit</stage>
            <lb n="2423"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Father Capulet, Mother, Nurse, and<lb n="2424"/>Seruing men,
              two or three.</stage>
            <lb n="2425"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>So many guests inuite as here are writ,<lb n="2426"/>Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning
              Cookes.<lb n="2427" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
          <ab>You shall haue none <seg type="homograph">ill</seg> sir, for Ile trie if they can<lb
              n="2428"/>licke their fingers.<lb n="2429"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>How canst thou trie them so?<lb n="2430" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
          <ab>Marrie sir, 'tis an <seg type="homograph">ill</seg> Cooke that cannot licke his<lb
              n="2431" rend="rj"/>owne fingers: therefore he that cannot licke his fingers<lb
              n="2432"/>goes not with me.<lb n="2433" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>Go be gone, we shall be much vnfurnisht for this<lb n="2434"/>time: what is my
            Daughter gone to Frier <hi rend="italic">Lawrence</hi>?<lb n="2435"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">I</seg> forsooth.<lb n="2436"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>Well he may chance to do some good on her,<lb n="2437"/>A peeuish selfe-wild harlotry
            it is.<lb n="2438"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Iuliet.</stage>
            <lb n="2439"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>See where she comes from shrift<lb n="2440"/>With merrie looke.<lb n="2441"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>How now my headstrong,<lb n="2442"/>Where haue you bin gadding?<lb n="2443"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Where I haue learnt me to repent the sin<lb n="2444"/>Of disobedient opposition:<lb
              n="2445"/>To you and your behests, and am enioyn'd<lb n="2446"/>By holy <hi
              rend="italic">Lawrence,</hi> to fall prostrate here,<lb n="2447"/>To beg your pardon:
            pardon I beseech you,<lb n="2448"/>Henceforward I am euer rul'd by you.<lb n="2449"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>Send for the Countie, goe tell him of this,<lb n="2450"/>Ile haue this knot knit vp to
            morrow morning.<lb n="2451"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>I met the youthfull Lord at <hi rend="italic">Lawrence</hi> Cell,<lb n="2452"/>And
            gaue him what becomed Loue I might,<lb n="2453"/>Not stepping ore the bounds of
              modestie.<lb n="2454"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>Why I am glad on't, this is well, stand vp, <pb n="ff6v"/>
            <lb n="2455"/>This is as't should be, let me see the County:<lb n="2456"/>
            <seg type="homograph">I</seg> marrie go I say, and fetch him hither.<lb n="2457"/>Now
            afore God, this reueren'd holy Frier,<lb n="2458"/>All our whole Cittie is much bound to
              him.<lb n="2459"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Nurse will you goe with me into my Closet,<lb n="2460"/>To helpe me sort such needfull
              ornaments,<lb n="2461"/>As you thinke fit to furnish me to morrow?<lb n="2462"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mo.</speaker>
          <ab>No not till Thursday, there's time inough.<lb n="2463"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fa.</speaker>
          <ab>Go Nurse, go with her,<lb n="2464"/>Weele to Church to morrow.<lb n="2465"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Exeunt Iuliet and Nurse.</stage>
            <lb n="2466"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mo.</speaker>
          <ab>We shall be short in our prouision,<lb n="2467"/>'Tis now neere night.<lb n="2468"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fa.</speaker>
          <ab>Tush, I will stirre about,<lb n="2469"/>And all things shall be well, I warrant thee
              wife:<lb n="2470"/>Go thou to <hi rend="italic">Iuliet,</hi> helpe to decke vp her,<lb
              n="2471"/>Ile not to bed to night, let me alone:<lb n="2472"/>Ile play the huswife for
            this once. What ho?<lb n="2473"/>They are all forth, well I will walke my selfe<lb
              n="2474"/>To Countie <hi rend="italic">Paris,</hi> to prepare him vp<lb n="2475"
            />Against to morrow, my heart is wondrous light,<lb n="2476"/>Since this same way-ward
            Gyrle is so reclaim'd.<lb n="2477"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Exeunt Father and Mother.</stage>
            <lb n="2478"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Iuliet and Nurse.</stage>
            <lb n="2479"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">I</seg> those attires are best, but gentle Nurse<lb n="2480"/>I
            pray thee leaue me to my selfe to night:<lb n="2481"/>For I haue need of many
              Orysons,<lb n="2482"/>To moue the heauens to smile vpon my state,<lb n="2483"/>Which
            well thou know'st, is crosse and full of sin.<lb n="2484"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Mother.</stage>
            <lb n="2485"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mo.</speaker>
          <ab>What are you busie ho? need you my help?<lb n="2486"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>No Madam, we haue cul'd such necessaries<lb n="2487"/>As are behoouefull for our state
            to morrow:<lb n="2488"/>So please you, let me now be left alone;<lb n="2489"/>And let
            the Nurse this night sit vp with you,<lb n="2490"/>For I am sure, you haue your hands
            full all,<lb n="2491"/>In this so sudden businesse.<lb n="2492"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mo.</speaker>
          <ab>Goodnight.<lb n="2493"/>Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need. <stage
              rend="italic">Exeunt.</stage>
            <lb n="2494"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Farewell:<lb n="2495"/>God knowes when we shall meete againe.<lb n="2496"/>I haue a
            faint cold feare thrills through my veines,<lb n="2497"/>That almost freezes vp the
            heate of fire:<lb n="2498"/>Ile call them backe againe to comfort me.<lb n="2499"
            />Nurse, what should she do here?<lb n="2500"/>My dismall Sceane, I needs must act
              alone:<lb n="2501"/>Come Viall, what if this mixture do not worke at all?<lb n="2502"
            />Shall I be married then to morrow morning?<lb n="2503"/>No, no, this shall forbid it.
            Lie thou there,<lb n="2504"/>What if it be a poyson which the Frier<lb n="2505"
            />Subtilly hath ministred to haue me dead,<lb n="2506"/>Least in this marriage he should
            be dishonour'd,<lb n="2507"/>Because he married me before to <hi rend="italic"
              >Romeo</hi>?<lb n="2508"/>I feare it is, and yet me thinkes it should not,<lb n="2509"
            />For he hath still beene tried a holy man.<lb n="2510"/>How, if when I am laid into the
              Tombe,<lb n="2511"/>I wake before the time that <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>
            <lb n="2512"/>Come to redeeme me? There's a fearefull point:<lb n="2513"/>Shall I not
            then be stifled in the Vault?<lb n="2514"/>To whose foule mouth no healthsome ayre
            breaths in,<lb n="2515"/>And there die strangled ere my <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>
              comes.<lb n="2516"/>Or if I liue, is it not very like,<lb n="2517"/>The horrible
            conceit of death and night,<lb n="2518"/>Together with the terror of the place,<lb
              n="2519"/>As in a Vaulte, an ancient receptacle,<lb n="2520"/>Where for these many
            hundred yeeres the bones<lb n="2521"/>Of all my buried Auncestors are packt,<lb n="2522"
            />Where bloody <hi rend="italic">Tybalt,</hi> yet but greene in earth,<lb n="2523"/>Lies
            festring in his shrow'd, where as they say,<lb n="2524"/>At some houres in the night,
            Spirits resort:<lb n="2525"/>Alacke, alacke, is it not like that I<lb n="2526"/>So early
            waking, what with loathsome smels,<lb n="2527"/>And shrikes like Mandrakes torne out of
            the earth,<lb n="2528"/>That liuing mortalls hearing them, run mad.<lb n="2529"/>O if I
            wake, shall I not be distraught,<lb n="2530"/>Inuironed with all these hidious
              feares,<lb n="2531"/>And madly play with my forefathers ioynts?<lb n="2532"/>And
            plucke the mangled <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi> from his shrow'd?<lb n="2533"/>And in
            this rage, with some great kinsmans bone,<lb n="2534"/>As (with a club) dash out my
            desperate braines.<lb n="2535"/>O looke, me thinks I see my Cozins Ghost,<lb n="2536"
            />Seeking out <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> that did spit his body<lb n="2537"/>Vpon my
            Rapiers point: stay <hi rend="italic">Tybalt,</hi> stay;<lb n="2538"/>
            <hi rend="italic">
              <seg type="homograph">Romeo</seg>, Romeo, Romeo,</hi> here's drinke: I drinke to
              thee.<lb n="2539"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Lady of the house, and Nurse.</stage>
            <lb n="2540"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Lady.</speaker>
          <ab>Hold,<lb n="2541"/>Take these keies, and fetch more spices Nurse.<lb n="2542"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>They call for Dates and Quinces in the Pastrie.<lb n="2543"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter old Capulet.</stage>
            <lb n="2544"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>Come, stir, stir, stir,<lb n="2545"/>The second Cocke hath Crow'd,<lb n="2546"/>The
            Curphew Bell hath rung, 'tis three <seg type="homograph">a</seg> clocke:<lb n="2547"
            />Looke to the bakte meates, good <hi rend="italic">Angelica,</hi>
            <lb n="2548"/>Spare not for cost.<lb n="2549"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Go you Cot-queane, go,<lb n="2550"/>Get you to bed, faith youle be sicke to morrow<lb
              n="2551"/>For this nights watching.<lb n="2552"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>No not a whit: what? I haue watcht ere now<lb n="2553"/>All night for lesse cause, and
            nere beene sicke.<lb n="2554"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">I</seg> you haue bin a Mouse-hunt in your time,<lb n="2555"/>But I
            will watch you from such watching now.<lb n="2556"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Exit Lady and Nurse.</stage>
            <lb n="2557"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>A iealous hood, a iealous hood,<lb n="2558"/>Now fellow, what there?<lb n="2559"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter three or foure with spits, and logs, and baskets.</stage>
            <lb n="2560"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fel.</speaker>
          <ab>Things for the Cooke sir, but I know not what.<lb n="2561"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>Make <seg type="homograph">hast</seg>, make <seg type="homograph">hast</seg>, sirrah,
            fetch drier Logs.<lb n="2562"/>Call <hi rend="italic">Peter,</hi> he will shew thee
            where they are.<lb n="2563"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fel.</speaker>
          <ab>I haue a head sir, that will find out logs,<lb n="2564"/>And neuer trouble <hi
              rend="italic">Peter</hi> for the matter.<lb n="2565"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>Masse and well said, a merrie horson, ha,<lb n="2566"/>Thou shalt be loggerhead; good
            Father, 'tis day.<lb n="2567"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Play Musicke</stage>
            <lb n="2568"/>The Countie will be here with Musicke straight,<lb n="2569"/>For so he
            said he would, I heare him neere,<lb n="2570"/>Nurse, wife, what ho? what Nurse I
              say?<lb n="2571"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Nurse.</stage>
            <lb n="2572"/>Go waken <hi rend="italic">Iuliet,</hi> go and trim her vp,<lb n="2573"
            />Ile go and chat with <hi rend="italic">Paris:</hi> hie, make <seg type="homograph"
              >hast</seg>,<lb n="2574"/>Make <seg type="homograph">hast</seg>, the Bridegroome, he
            is come already:<lb n="2575"/>Make <seg type="homograph">hast</seg> I say.<lb n="2576"
              rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Mistris, what Mistris? <hi rend="italic">Iuliet</hi>? Fast I warrant her she.<lb
              n="2577"/>Why Lambe, why Lady? fie you sluggabed,<lb n="2578"/>Why Loue I say? Madam,
            sweet heart: why Bride?<lb n="2579"/>What not a word? You take your peniworths now.<lb
              n="2580"/>Sleepe for a weeke, for the next night I warrant<lb n="2581"/>The Countie
              <hi rend="italic">Paris</hi> hath set vp his rest,<lb n="2582"/>That you shall rest
            but little, God forgiue me:<lb n="2583"/>Marrie and Amen: how sound is she <seg
              type="homograph">a</seg> sleepe? <pb n="gg1"/>
            <lb n="2584"/>I must needs wake her: Madam, Madam, Madam,<lb n="2585"/>
            <seg type="homograph">I</seg>, let the Countie take you in your bed,<lb n="2586"/>Heele
            fright you vp yfaith. Will it not be?<lb n="2587"/>What drest, and in your clothes, and
            downe againe?<lb n="2588"/>I must needs wake you: Lady, Lady, Lady?<lb n="2589"/>Alas,
            alas, helpe, helpe, my Ladyes dead,<lb n="2590"/>Oh weladay, that euer I was borne,<lb
              n="2591"/>Some Aqua-vitae ho, my Lord, my Lady?<lb n="2592"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mo.</speaker>
          <ab>What noise is heere? <stage rend="italic">Enter Mother.</stage>
            <lb n="2593"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>O lamentable day.<lb n="2594"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mo.</speaker>
          <ab>What is the matter?<lb n="2595"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Looke, looke, oh heauie day.<lb n="2596"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mo.</speaker>
          <ab>O me, O me, my Child, my onely life:<lb n="2597"/>Reuiue, looke vp, or I will die with
              thee:<lb n="2598"/>Helpe, helpe, call helpe.<lb n="2599"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Father.</stage>
            <lb n="2600"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fa.</speaker>
          <ab>For shame bring <hi rend="italic">Iuliet</hi> forth, her Lord is come.<lb n="2601"
              rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Shee's dead: deceast, shee's dead: alacke the day.<lb n="2602" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">M.</speaker>
          <ab>Alacke the day, shee's dead, shee's dead, shee's dead.<lb n="2603"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fa.</speaker>
          <ab>Ha? Let me see her: out alas shee's cold,<lb n="2604"/>Her blood is setled and her
            ioynts are stiffe:<lb n="2605"/>Life and these lips haue long bene seperated:<lb
              n="2606"/>Death lies on her like an vntimely frost<lb n="2607"/>Vpon the swetest
            flower of all the field.<lb n="2608"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>O Lamentable day!<lb n="2609"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mo.</speaker>
          <ab>O wofull time.<lb n="2610" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fa.</speaker>
          <ab>Death that hath tane her hence to make me waile,<lb n="2611"/>Ties vp my tongue, and
            will not let me speake.<lb n="2612"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Frier and the Countie.</stage>
            <lb n="2613"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Come, is the Bride ready to go to Church?<lb n="2614"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fa.</speaker>
          <ab>Ready to go, but neuer to returne.<lb n="2615"/>O Sonne, the night before thy wedding
              day,<lb n="2616"/>Hath death laine with thy wife: there she lies,<lb n="2617"/>Flower
            as she was, deflowred by him.<lb n="2618"/>Death is my Sonne in law, death is my
              Heire,<lb n="2619"/>My Daughter he hath wedded. I will die,<lb n="2620"/>And leaue him
            all life liuing, all is deaths.<lb n="2621"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pa.</speaker>
          <ab>Haue I thought long to see this mornings face,<lb n="2622"/>And doth it giue me such a
            sight as this?<lb n="2623"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mo.</speaker>
          <ab>Accur'st, vnhappie, wretched hatefull day,<lb n="2624"/>Most miserable houre, that ere
            time saw<lb n="2625"/>In lasting labour of his Pilgrimage.<lb n="2626"/>But one, poore
            one, one poore and louing Child,<lb n="2627"/>But one thing to reioyce and solace in,<lb
              n="2628"/>And cruell death hath catcht it from my sight.<lb n="2629"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>O wo, O wofull, wofull, wofull day,<lb n="2630"/>Most lamentable day, most wofull
              day,<lb n="2631"/>That euer, euer, I did yet behold.<lb n="2632"/>O day, O day, O day,
            O hatefull day,<lb n="2633"/>Neuer was seene so blacke a day as this:<lb n="2634"/>O
            wofull day, O wofull day.<lb n="2635"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pa.</speaker>
          <ab>Beguild, diuorced, wronged, spighted, slaine,<lb n="2636"/>Most detestable death, by
            thee beguil'd,<lb n="2637"/>By cruell, cruell thee, quite ouerthrowne:<lb n="2638"/>O
            loue, O life; not life, but loue in death.<lb n="2639"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fat.</speaker>
          <ab>Despis'd, distressed, hated, martir'd, kil'd,<lb n="2640"/>Vncomfortable time, why
            cam'st thou now<lb n="2641"/>To murther, murther our solemnitie?<lb n="2642"/>O Child, O
            Child; my soule, and not my Child,<lb n="2643"/>Dead art thou, alacke my Child is
              dead,<lb n="2644"/>And with my Child, my ioyes are buried.<lb n="2645"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Peace ho for shame, confusions: Care liues not<lb n="2646"/>In these confusions,
            heauen and your selfe<lb n="2647"/>Had part in this faire Maid, now heauen hath all,<lb
              n="2648"/>And all the better is it for the Maid:<lb n="2649"/>Your part in her, you
            could not keepe from death,<lb n="2650"/>But heauen keepes his part in eternall life:<lb
              n="2651"/>The most you sought was her promotion,<lb n="2652"/>For 'twas your heauen,
            she shouldst be aduan'st,<lb n="2653"/>And weepe ye now, seeing she is aduan'st<lb
              n="2654"/>Aboue the Cloudes, as high as Heauen it selfe?<lb n="2655"/>O in this loue,
            you loue your Child so <seg type="homograph">ill</seg>,<lb n="2656"/>That you run mad,
            seeing that she is well:<lb n="2657"/>Shee's not well married, that liues married
              long,<lb n="2658"/>But shee's best married, that dies married yong.<lb n="2659"/>Drie
            vp your teares, and sticke your Rosemarie<lb n="2660"/>On this faire Coarse, and as the
            custome is,<lb n="2661"/>And in her best array beare her to Church:<lb n="2662"/>For
            though some Nature bids all vs lament,<lb n="2663"/>Yet Natures teares are Reasons
              merriment.<lb n="2664"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fa.</speaker>
          <ab>All things that we ordained Festiuall,<lb n="2665"/>Turne from their office to blacke
              Funerall:<lb n="2666"/>Our instruments to melancholy Bells,<lb n="2667"/>Our wedding
            cheare, to a sad buriall Feast:<lb n="2668"/>Our solemne Hymnes, to sullen Dyrges
              change:<lb n="2669"/>Our Bridall flowers serue for a buried Coarse:<lb n="2670"/>And
            all things change them to the contrarie.<lb n="2671"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Sir go you in; and Madam, go with him,<lb n="2672"/>And go sir <hi rend="italic"
              >Paris,</hi> euery one prepare<lb n="2673"/>To follow this faire Coarse vnto her
              graue:<lb n="2674"/>The heauens do lowre vpon you, for some <seg type="homograph"
              >ill</seg>:<lb n="2675" rend="rj"/>Moue them no more, by crossing their high <seg
              type="homograph">will</seg>. <stage rend="italic">Exeunt</stage>
            <lb n="2676"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mu.</speaker>
          <ab>Faith we may put vp our Pipes and be gone.<lb n="2677"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Nur.</speaker>
          <ab>Honest goodfellowes: Ah put vp, put vp,<lb n="2678"/>For well you know, this is a
            pitifull case.<lb n="2679"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mu.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">I</seg> by my troth, the case may be amended.<lb n="2680"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Peter.</stage>
            <lb n="2681"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
          <ab>Musitions, oh Musitions,<lb n="2682"/>Hearts ease, hearts ease,<lb n="2683"/>O, <seg
              type="homograph">and</seg> you will haue me liue, play hearts ease.<lb n="2684"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mu.</speaker>
          <ab>Why hearts ease;<lb n="2685"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
          <ab>O Musitions,<lb n="2686"/>Because my heart it selfe plaies, my heart is full.<lb
              n="2687"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mu.</speaker>
          <ab>Not a dump we, 'tis no time to play now.<lb n="2688"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
          <ab>You will not then?<lb n="2689"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mu.</speaker>
          <ab>No.<lb n="2690"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
          <ab>I will then giue it you soundly.<lb n="2691"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mu.</speaker>
          <ab>What will you giue vs?<lb n="2692"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
          <ab>No money on my faith, but the gleeke.<lb n="2693"/>I will giue you the Minstrell.<lb
              n="2694"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mu.</speaker>
          <ab>Then will I giue you the Seruing creature.<lb n="2695" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Peter.</speaker>
          <ab>Then will I lay the seruing Creatures Dagger<lb n="2696" rend="rj"/>on your pate. I
            will carie no Crochets, Ile Re you, Ile Fa<lb n="2697"/>you, do you note me?<lb n="2698"
            />
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mu.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <seg type="homograph">And</seg> you Re vs, and Fa vs, you Note vs.<lb n="2699"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker>2.<hi rend="italic">M.</hi>
          </speaker>
          <ab>Pray you put vp your Dagger,<lb n="2700"/>And put out your wit.<lb n="2701"/>Then haue
            at you with my wit.<lb n="2702"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Peter.</speaker>
          <ab>I will drie-beate you with an yron wit,<lb n="2703"/>And put vp my yron Dagger.<lb
              n="2704"/>Answere me like men:<lb n="2705" rend="rj"/>When griping griefes the heart
            doth wound, then Mu-<lb n="2706" type="inWord"/>sicke with her siluer sound.<lb n="2707"
              rend="rj"/>Why siluer sound? why Musicke with her siluer sound?<lb n="2708"/>what say
            you <hi rend="italic">Simon Catling</hi>?<lb n="2709"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mu.</speaker>
          <ab>Mary sir, because siluer hath a sweet sound.<lb n="2710"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
          <ab>Pratest, what say you <hi rend="italic">Hugh Rebicke</hi>?<lb n="2711" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker>2.<hi rend="italic">M.</hi>
          </speaker>
          <ab>I say siluer sound, because Musitions sound for sil<seg type="hyphenatedCarryOver"
              >uer</seg>
            <lb n="2712"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
          <ab>Pratest <seg type="homograph">to</seg>, what say you <hi rend="italic">Iames
              Sound-Post</hi>?<lb n="2713"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker>3.<hi rend="italic">Mu.</hi>
          </speaker>
          <ab>Faith I know not what to say.<lb n="2714"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
          <ab>O I cry you mercy, you are the Singer.<lb n="2715"/>I will say for you; it is Musicke
            with her siluer sound, <pb n="gg1v"/>
            <lb n="2716"/>Because Musitions haue no gold for sounding:<lb n="2717" rend="rj"/>Then
            Musicke with her siluer sound, with speedy helpe<lb n="2718"/>doth lend redresse. <stage
              rend="italic">Exit.</stage>
            <lb n="2719"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Mu.</speaker>
          <ab>What a pestilent knaue is this same?<lb n="2720" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker>
            <hi rend="italic">M.</hi>2.</speaker>
          <ab>Hang him Iacke, come weele in here, tarrie for<lb n="2721"/>the Mourners, and stay
            dinner. <stage rend="italic">Exit.</stage>
            <lb n="2722"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Romeo.</stage>
            <lb n="2723"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>If I may trust the flattering truth of sleepe,<lb n="2724"/>My dreames presage some
            ioyfull newes at hand:<lb n="2725"/>My bosomes L[ord]. sits lightly in his throne:<lb
              n="2726"/>And all this day an vnaccustom'd spirit,<lb n="2727"/>Lifts me aboue the
            ground with cheerefull thoughts.<lb n="2728"/>I dreamt my Lady came and found me
              dead,<lb n="2729" rend="rj"/>(Strange dreame that giues a dead man leaue to
              thinke,)<lb n="2730"/>And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips,<lb n="2731"/>That
            I reuiu'd and was an Emperour.<lb n="2732"/>Ah me, how sweet is loue it selfe
              possest,<lb n="2733"/>When but loues shadowes are so rich in ioy.<lb n="2734"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Romeo's man.</stage>
            <lb n="2735"/>Newes from <hi rend="italic">Verona,</hi> how now <hi rend="italic"
              >Balthazer</hi>?<lb n="2736"/>Dost thou not bring me Letters from the Frier?<lb
              n="2737"/>How doth my Lady? Is my Father well?<lb n="2738"/>How doth my Lady <hi
              rend="italic">Iuliet</hi>? that I aske againe,<lb n="2739"/>For nothing can be <seg
              type="homograph">ill</seg>, is she be well.<lb n="2740"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Man.</speaker>
          <ab>Then she is well, and nothing can be <seg type="homograph">ill</seg>.<lb n="2741"/>Her
            body sleepes in <hi rend="italic">Capels</hi> Monument,<lb n="2742"/>And her immortall
            part with Angels liue,<lb n="2743"/>I saw her laid low in her kindreds Vault,<lb
              n="2744"/>And presently tooke Poste to tell it you:<lb n="2745"/>O pardon me for
            bringing these <seg type="homograph">ill</seg> newes,<lb n="2746"/>Since you did leaue
            it for my office Sir.<lb n="2747"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Is it euen so?<lb n="2748"/>Then I denie you Starres.<lb n="2749"/>Thou knowest my
            lodging, get me inke and paper,<lb n="2750"/>And hire Post-Horses, I will hence to
              night.<lb n="2751"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Man.</speaker>
          <ab>I do beseech you sir, haue patience:<lb n="2752"/>Your lookes are pale and wild, and
            do import<lb n="2753"/>Some misaduenture.<lb n="2754"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Tush, thou art deceiu'd,<lb n="2755"/>Leaue me, and do the thing I bid thee do.<lb
              n="2756"/>Hast thou no Letters to me from the Frier?<lb n="2757"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Man.</speaker>
          <ab>No my good Lord.<lb n="2758"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Exit Man.</stage>
            <lb n="2759"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>No matter: Get thee gone,<lb n="2760"/>And hyre those Horses, Ile be with thee
              straight,<lb n="2761"/>Well <hi rend="italic">Iuliet,</hi> I will lie with thee to
              night:<lb n="2762"/>Lets see for meanes, O mischiefe thou art swift,<lb n="2763"/>To
            enter in the thoughts of desperate men:<lb n="2764"/>I do remember an Appothecarie,<lb
              n="2765"/>And here abouts dwells, which late I noted<lb n="2766"/>In tattred weeds,
            with ouerwhelming browes,<lb n="2767"/>Culling of Simples, meager were his lookes,<lb
              n="2768"/>Sharp miserie had worne him to the bones:<lb n="2769"/>And in his needie
            shop a Tortoyrs hung,<lb n="2770"/>An Allegater stuft, and other skins<lb n="2771"/>Of
              <seg type="homograph">ill</seg> shap'd fishes, and about his shelues,<lb n="2772"/>A
            beggerly account of emptie boxes ,<lb n="2773"/>Greene earthen pots, Bladders, and
            mustie seedes,<lb n="2774"/>Remnants of packthred, and old cakes of Roses<lb n="2775"
            />Were thinly scattered, to make vp a shew.<lb n="2776"/>Noting this penury, to my selfe
            I said,<lb n="2777"/>
            <seg type="homograph">An</seg> if a man did need a poyson now,<lb n="2778"/>Whose sale
            is present death in <hi rend="italic">Mantua,</hi>
            <lb n="2779"/>Here liues a Caitiffe wretch would sell it him.<lb n="2780"/>O this same
            thought did but fore-run my need,<lb n="2781"/>And this same needie man must sell it
              me.<lb n="2782"/>As I remember, this should be the house,<lb n="2783"/>Being holy day,
            the beggers shop is shut.<lb n="2784"/>What ho? Appothecarie?<lb n="2785"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Appothecarie.</stage>
            <lb n="2786"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">App.</speaker>
          <ab>Who call's so low'd?<lb n="2787"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Come hither man, I see that thou art poore,<lb n="2788"/>Hold, there is fortie
            Duckets, let me haue<lb n="2789"/>A dram of poyson, such soone speeding geare,<lb
              n="2790"/>As will disperse it selfe through all the veines,<lb n="2791"/>That the
            life-wearie-taker may fall dead,<lb n="2792"/>And that the Trunke may be discharg'd of
              breath,<lb n="2793"/>As violently, as hastie powder fier'd<lb n="2794"/>Doth hurry
            from the fatall Canons wombe.<lb n="2795"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">App.</speaker>
          <ab>Such mortall drugs I haue, but <hi rend="italic">Mantuas</hi> law<lb n="2796"/>Is
            death to any <seg type="homograph">he</seg>, that vtters them.<lb n="2797"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Art thou so bare and full of wretchednesse,<lb n="2798"/>And fear'st to die? Famine is
            in thy cheekes,<lb n="2799"/>Need and opression starueth in thy eyes,<lb n="2800"
            />Contempt and beggery hangs vpon thy backe:<lb n="2801"/>The world is not thy friend,
            nor the worlds law:<lb n="2802"/>The world affords no law to make thee rich.<lb n="2803"
            />Then be not poore, but breake it, and take this.<lb n="2804"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">App.</speaker>
          <ab>My pouerty, but not my <seg type="homograph">will</seg> consents.<lb n="2805"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>I pray thy pouerty, and not thy <seg type="homograph">will</seg>.<lb n="2806"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">App.</speaker>
          <ab>Put this in any liquid thing you will<lb n="2807"/>And drinke it off, and if you had
            the strength<lb n="2808"/>Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.<lb n="2809"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>There's thy Gold,<lb n="2810"/>Worse poyson to mens soules,<lb n="2811"/>Doing more
            murther in this loathsome world,<lb n="2812"/>Then these poore compounds that thou
            maiest not sell.<lb n="2813"/>I sell thee poyson, thou hast sold me none,<lb n="2814"
            />Farewell, buy food, and get thy selfe in flesh.<lb n="2815"/>Come Cordiall, and not
            poyson, go with me<lb n="2816"/>To <hi rend="italic">Iuliets</hi> graue, for there must
            I vse thee.<lb n="2817"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Exeunt.</stage>
            <lb n="2818"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Frier Iohn to Frier Lawrence.</stage>
            <lb n="2819"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iohn.</speaker>
          <ab>Holy <hi rend="italic">Franciscan</hi> Frier, Brother, ho?<lb n="2820"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Frier Lawrence.</stage>
            <lb n="2821"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Law.</speaker>
          <ab>This same should be the voice of Frier <hi rend="italic">Iohn.</hi>
            <lb n="2822"/>Welcome from <hi rend="italic">Mantua,</hi> what sayes <hi rend="italic"
              >Romeo</hi>?<lb n="2823"/>Or if his mind be writ, giue me his Letter.<lb n="2824"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iohn.</speaker>
          <ab>Going to find a bare-foote Brother out,<lb n="2825"/>One of our order to associate
              me,<lb n="2826"/>Here in this Citie visiting the sick,<lb n="2827"/>And finding him,
            the Searchers of the Towne<lb n="2828"/>Suspecting that we both were in a house<lb
              n="2829"/>Where the infectious pestilence did raigne,<lb n="2830"/>Seal'd vp the
            doores, and would not let vs forth,<lb n="2831"/>So that my speed to <hi rend="italic"
              >Mantua</hi> there was staid.<lb n="2832"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Law.</speaker>
          <ab>Who bare my Letter then to <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>?<lb n="2833"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iohn.</speaker>
          <ab>I could not send it, here it is againe,<lb n="2834"/>Nor get a messenger to bring it
              thee,<lb n="2835"/>So fearefull were they of infection.<lb n="2836"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Law.</speaker>
          <ab>Vnhappie Fortune: by my Brotherhood<lb n="2837"/>The Letter was not nice; but full of
              charge,<lb n="2838"/>Of deare import; and the neglecting it<lb n="2839"/>May do much
            danger: Frier <hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi> go hence,<lb n="2840"/>Get me an Iron Crow,
            and bring it straight<lb n="2841"/>Vnto my Cell.<lb n="2842"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iohn.</speaker>
          <ab>Brother Ile go and bring it thee. <stage rend="italic">Exit.</stage>
            <lb n="2843"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Law.</speaker>
          <ab>Now must I to the Monument alone,<lb n="2844"/>Within this three houres will faire <hi
              rend="italic">Iuliet</hi> wake,<lb n="2845"/>Shee will beshrew me much that <hi
              rend="italic">Romeo</hi>
            <lb n="2846"/>Hath had no notice of these accidents:<lb n="2847"/>But I will write
            againe to <hi rend="italic">Mantua,</hi>
            <pb n="gg2"/>
            <lb n="2848"/>And keepe her at my Cell till <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> come,<lb
              n="2849"/>Poore liuing Coarse, clos'd in a dead mans Tombe,<lb n="2850"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Exit.</stage>
            <lb n="2851"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Paris and his Page.</stage>
            <lb n="2852"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Par.</speaker>
          <ab>Giue me thy Torch Boy, hence and stand aloft,<lb n="2853"/>Yet put it out, for I would
            not be seene:<lb n="2854"/>Vnder yond young Trees lay thee all along,<lb n="2855"
            />Holding thy eare close to the hollow ground,<lb n="2856"/>So shall no foot vpon the
            Churchyard tread,<lb n="2857"/>Being loose, vnfirme with digging vp of Graues,<lb
              n="2858"/>But thou shalt heare it: whistle then to me,<lb n="2859"/>As signall that
            thou hearest some thing approach,<lb n="2860"/>Giue me those flowers. Do as I bid thee,
              go.<lb n="2861"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
          <ab>I am almost afraid to stand alone<lb n="2862"/>Here in the Churchyard, yet I will
              aduenture.<lb n="2863" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pa.</speaker>
          <ab>Sweet Flower with flowers thy Bridall bed I strew:<lb n="2864"/>O woe, thy Canopie is
            dust and stones,<lb n="2865"/>Which with sweet water nightly I will dewe,<lb n="2866"
            />Or wanting that, with teares destil'd by mones;<lb n="2867"/>The obsequies that I for
            thee will keepe,<lb n="2868"/>Nightly shall be, to strew thy graue, and weepe.<lb
              n="2869"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Whistle Boy.</stage>
            <lb n="2870"/>The Boy giues warning, something doth approach,<lb n="2871"/>What cursed
            foot wanders this wayes to night,<lb n="2872"/>To crosse my obsequies, and true loues
              right?<lb n="2873"/>What with a Torch? Muffle me night <seg type="homograph">a</seg>
              while.<lb n="2874"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Romeo, and Peter.</stage>
            <lb n="2875" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Giue me that Mattocke, &amp; the wrenching Iron,<lb n="2876"/>Hold take this Letter,
            early in the morning<lb n="2877"/>See thou deliuer it to my Lord and Father,<lb n="2878"
            />Giue me the light; vpon thy life I charge thee,<lb n="2879"/>What ere thou hear'st or
            seest, stand all aloofe,<lb n="2880"/>And do not interrupt me in my course.<lb n="2881"
            />Why I descend into this bed of death,<lb n="2882"/>Is partly to behold my Ladies
              face:<lb n="2883"/>But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger,<lb n="2884"/>A
            precious Ring, a Ring that I must vse,<lb n="2885"/>In deare employment, therefore hence
            be gone:<lb n="2886"/>But if thou iealous dost returne to prie<lb n="2887"/>In what I
            further shall intend to do,<lb n="2888"/>By heauen I will teare thee ioynt by ioynt,<lb
              n="2889"/>And strew this hungry Churchyard with thy limbs:<lb n="2890"/>The time, and
            my intents are sauage wilde:<lb n="2891"/>More fierce and more inexorable farre,<lb
              n="2892"/>Them emptie Tygers, or the roaring Sea.<lb n="2893"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
          <ab>I will be gone sir, and not trouble you<lb n="2894" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ro.</speaker>
          <ab>So shalt thou shew me friendship: take thou that,<lb n="2895"/>Liue and be prosperous,
            and farewell good fellow.<lb n="2896"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
          <ab>For all this same, Ile hide me here about,<lb n="2897"/>His lookes I feare, and his
            intents I doubt.<lb n="2898"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>Thou detestable mawe, thou wombe of death,<lb n="2899"/>Gorg'd with the dearest
            morsell of the earth:<lb n="2900"/>Thus I enforce thy rotten Iawes to open,<lb n="2901"
            />And in despight, Ile cram thee with more food.<lb n="2902"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Par.</speaker>
          <ab>This is that banisht haughtie <hi rend="italic">Mountague,</hi>
            <lb n="2903"/>That murdred my Loues Cozin; with which griefe,<lb n="2904"/>It is
            supposed the faire Creature died,<lb n="2905"/>And here is come to do some villanous
              shame<lb n="2906"/>To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.<lb n="2907"/>Stop thy
            vnhallowed toyle, vile <hi rend="italic">Mountague:</hi>
            <lb n="2908"/>Can vengeance be pursued further then death?<lb n="2909"/>Condemned
            villaine, I do apprehend thee.<lb n="2910"/>Obey and go with me, for thou must die,<lb
              n="2911"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab>I must indeed, and therfore came I hither:<lb n="2912"/>Good gentle youth, tempt not a
            desperate man,<lb n="2913"/>Flie hence and leaue me, thinke vpon those gone,<lb n="2914"
            />Let them affright thee. I beseech thee Youth,<lb n="2915"/>Put not an other sin vpon
            my head,<lb n="2916"/>By vrging me to furie. O be gone,<lb n="2917"/>By heauen I loue
            thee better then my selfe,<lb n="2918"/>For I come hither arm'd against my selfe:<lb
              n="2919"/>Stay not, be gone, liue, and hereafter say,<lb n="2920"/>A mad mans mercy
            bid thee run away.<lb n="2921"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Par.</speaker>
          <ab>I do defie thy commisseration,<lb n="2922"/>And apprehend thee for a Fellon here.<lb
              n="2923" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Ro.</speaker>
          <ab>Wilt thou prouoke me? Then haue at thee Boy.<lb n="2924"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
          <ab>O Lord they fight, I will go call the Watch.<lb n="2925"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pa.</speaker>
          <ab>O I am slaine, if thou be mercifull,<lb n="2926"/>Open the Tombe, lay me with <hi
              rend="italic">Iuliet.</hi>
            <lb n="2927"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
          <ab> In faith I will, let me peruse this face:<lb n="2928"/>
            <hi rend="italic">Mercutius</hi> kinsman, Noble Countie <hi rend="italic">Paris,</hi>
            <lb n="2929"/>What said my man, when my betossed soule<lb n="2930"/>Did not attend him
            as we rode? I thinke<lb n="2931"/>He told me <hi rend="italic">Paris</hi> should haue
            married <hi rend="italic">Iuliet.</hi>
            <lb n="2932"/>Said he not so? Or did I dreame it so?<lb n="2933"/>Or am I mad, hearing
            him talke of <hi rend="italic">Iuliet,</hi>
            <lb n="2934"/>To thinke it was so? O giue me thy hand,<lb n="2935"/>One, writ with me in
            sowre misfortunes booke.<lb n="2936"/>Ile burie thee in a triumphant graue.<lb n="2937"
            />A Graue; O no, a Lanthorne; slaughtred Youth:<lb n="2938"/>For here lies <hi
              rend="italic">Iuliet,</hi> and her beautie makes<lb n="2939"/>This Vault a feasting
            presence full of light.<lb n="2940"/>Death lie thou there, by a dead man inter'd,<lb
              n="2941"/>How oft when men are at the point of death,<lb n="2942"/>Haue they beene
            merrie? Which their Keepers call<lb n="2943"/>A lightning before death? Oh how may I<lb
              n="2944"/>Call this a lightning? O my Loue, my Wife,<lb n="2945"/>Death that hath
            suckt the honey of thy breath,<lb n="2946"/>Hath had no power yet vpon thy Beautie:<lb
              n="2947"/>Thou are not conquer'd: Beauties ensigne yet<lb n="2948"/>Is Crymson in thy
            lips, and in thy cheekes,<lb n="2949"/>And Deaths pale flag is not aduanced there.<lb
              n="2950"/>
            <hi rend="italic">Tybalt,</hi> ly'st thou there in thy bloudy sheet?<lb n="2951"/>O what
            more fauour can I do to thee,<lb n="2952"/>Then with that hand that cut thy youth in
              twaine,<lb n="2953"/>To sunder his that was thy enemie?<lb n="2954"/>Forgiue me Cozen.
            Ah deare <hi rend="italic">Iuliet:</hi>
            <lb n="2955"/>Why art thou yet so faire? I will beleeue,<lb n="2956"/>Shall I beleeue,
            that vnsubstantiall death is amorous?<lb n="2957"/>And that the leane abhorred Monster
              keepes<lb n="2958"/>Thee here in darke to be his Paramour?<lb n="2959"/>For feare of
            that, I still will stay with thee,<lb n="2960"/>And neuer from this Pallace of dym
              night<lb n="2961"/>Depart againe: come lie thou in my armes,<lb n="2962"/>Heere's to
            thy health, where ere thou tumblest in.<lb n="2963"/>O true Appothecarie!<lb n="2964"
            />Thy drugs are quicke. Thus with a kisse I die.<lb n="2965"/>Depart againe; here, here
            will I remaine,<lb n="2966"/>With Wormes that are thy Chambermaides: O here<lb n="2967"
            />Will I set vp my euerlasting rest:<lb n="2968"/>And shake the yoke of inauspicious
              starres<lb n="2969"/>From this world-wearied flesh: Eyes looke your last:<lb n="2970"
            />Armes take your last embrace: And lips, O you<lb n="2971"/>The doores of breath, seale
            with a righteous kisse<lb n="2972"/>A datelesse bargaine to ingrossing death:<lb
              n="2973"/>Come bitter conduct, come vnsauory guide,<lb n="2974"/>Thou desperate Pilot,
            now at once run on<lb n="2975"/>The dashing Rocks, thy Sea-sicke wearie Barke:<lb
              n="2976"/>Heere's to my Loue. O true Appothecary: <pb n="gg2v"/>
            <lb n="2977"/>Thy drugs are quicke. Thus with a kisse I die.<lb n="2978"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Frier with a Lanthorne, Crow, and Spade.</stage>
            <lb n="2979"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>St. Francis be my speed, how oft to night<lb n="2980"/>Haue my old feet stumbled at
            graues? Who's there?<lb n="2981" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Man.</speaker>
          <ab>Here's one, a Friend, &amp; one that knowes you well.<lb n="2982"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Blisse be vpon you. Tell me good my Friend<lb n="2983"/>What Torch is yond that
            vainely lends his light<lb n="2984"/>To grubs, and eyelesse Sculles? As I discerne,<lb
              n="2985"/>It burneth in the <hi rend="italic">Capels</hi> Monument.<lb n="2986"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Man.</speaker>
          <ab>It doth so holy sir,<lb n="2987"/>And there's my Master, one that you loue.<lb
              n="2988"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Who is it?<lb n="2989"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Man.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Romeo.</hi>
            <lb n="2990"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>How long hath he bin there?<lb n="2991"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Man.</speaker>
          <ab>Full halfe an houre.<lb n="2992"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Go with me to the Vault.<lb n="2993"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Man.</speaker>
          <ab>I dare not Sir.<lb n="2994"/>My Master knowes not but I am gone hence,<lb n="2995"
            />And fearefully did menace me with death,<lb n="2996"/>If I did stay to looke on his
              entents.<lb n="2997"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>Stay, then Ile go alone, feares comes vpon me.<lb n="2998"/>O much I feare some <seg
              type="homograph">ill</seg> vnluckie thing.<lb n="2999"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Man.</speaker>
          <ab>As I did sleepe vnder this young tree here,<lb n="3000"/>I dreamt my maister and
            another fought,<lb n="3001"/>And that my Maister slew him.<lb n="3002"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>
            <hi rend="italic">Romeo.</hi>
            <lb n="3003"/>Alacke, alacke, what blood is this which staines<lb n="3004"/>The stony
            entrance of this Sepulcher?<lb n="3005"/>What meane these Masterlesse, and goarie
              Swords<lb n="3006"/>To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?<lb n="3007"/>
            <hi rend="italic">
              <seg type="homograph">Romeo</seg>,</hi> oh pale: who else? what <hi rend="italic"
              >Paris</hi> too?<lb n="3008"/>And steept in blood? Ah what an vnkind houre<lb n="3009"
            />Is guiltie of this lamentable chance?<lb n="3010"/>The Lady stirs.<lb n="3011"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>O comfortable Frier, where's my Lord?<lb n="3012"/>I do remember well where I should
              be:<lb n="3013"/>And there I am, where is my <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>?<lb n="3014"
            />
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>I heare some noyse Lady, come from that nest<lb n="3015"/>Of death, contagion, and
            vnnaturall sleepe,<lb n="3016"/>A greater power then we can contradict<lb n="3017"/>Hath
            thwarted our entents, come, come away,<lb n="3018"/>Thy husband in thy bosome there lies
              dead:<lb n="3019"/>And <hi rend="italic">Paris</hi> too: come Ile dispose of thee,<lb
              n="3020"/>Among a Sisterhood of holy Nunnes:<lb n="3021"/>Stay not to question, for
            the watch is comming.<lb n="3022"/>Come, go good <hi rend="italic">Iuliet,</hi> I dare
            no longer stay. <stage rend="italic">Exit.</stage>
            <lb n="3023"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Go get thee hence, for I will not away,<lb n="3024"/>What's here, A cup clos'd in my
            true loues hand?<lb n="3025"/>Poyson I see hath bin his timelesse end<lb n="3026"/>O
            churle, drinke all? and left no friendly drop,<lb n="3027"/>To helpe me after, I will
            kisse thy lips,<lb n="3028"/>Happlie some poyson yet doth hang on them,<lb n="3029"/>To
            make me die with a restoratiue.<lb n="3030"/>Thy lips are warme.<lb n="3031"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Boy and Watch.</stage>
            <lb n="3032"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Watch.</speaker>
          <ab>Lead Boy, which way?<lb n="3033"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Iul.</speaker>
          <ab>Yea noise?<lb n="3034"/>Then ile be briefe. O happy Dagger.<lb n="3035"/>'Tis in thy
            sheath, there rust and let me die. <stage rend="italic">Kils herselfe.</stage>
            <lb n="3036"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
          <ab>This is the place,<lb n="3037"/>There where the Torch doth burne<lb n="3038"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Watch.</speaker>
          <ab>The ground is bloody,<lb n="3039"/>Search about the Churchyard.<lb n="3040"/>Go some
            of you, who ere you find attach.<lb n="3041"/>Pittifull sight, here lies the Countie
              slaine,<lb n="3042"/>And <hi rend="italic">Iuliet</hi> bleeding, warme and newly
              dead<lb n="3043"/>Who here hath laine these two dayes buried.<lb n="3044"/>Go tell the
            Prince, runne to the <hi rend="italic">Capulets,</hi>
            <lb n="3045"/>Raise vp the <hi rend="italic">Mountagues,</hi> some others search,<lb
              n="3046"/>We see the ground whereon these woes do lye,<lb n="3047"/>But the true
            ground of all these piteous woes,<lb n="3048"/>We cannot without circumstance descry.<lb
              n="3049"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Romeo's man.</stage>
            <lb n="3050"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Watch.</speaker>
          <ab>Here's <hi rend="italic">Romeo's</hi> man,<lb n="3051"/>We found him in the
              Churchyard.<lb n="3052" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Con.</speaker>
          <ab>Hold him in safety, till the Prince come hither.<lb n="3053"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Frier, and another Watchman.</stage>
            <lb n="3054" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker>3.<hi rend="italic">Wat.</hi>
          </speaker>
          <ab>Here is a Frier that trembles, sighes, and weepes<lb n="3055"/>We tooke this Mattocke
            and this Spade from him,<lb n="3056"/>As he was comming from this Church-yard side.<lb
              n="3057"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Con.</speaker>
          <ab>A great suspition, stay the Frier too.<lb n="3058"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter the Prince.</stage>
            <lb n="3059"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
          <ab>What misaduenture is so earely vp,<lb n="3060"/>That calls our person from our
            mornings rest?<lb n="3061"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Capulet and his Wife.</stage>
            <lb n="3062"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>What should it be that they so shrike abroad?<lb n="3063"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Wife.</speaker>
          <ab>O the people in the streete crie <hi rend="italic">Romeo.</hi>
            <lb n="3064"/>Some <hi rend="italic">Iuliet,</hi> and some <hi rend="italic">Paris,</hi>
            and all runne<lb n="3065"/>With open outcry toward our Monument.<lb n="3066"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pri.</speaker>
          <ab>What feare is this which startles in your eares?<lb n="3067"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Wat.</speaker>
          <ab>Soueraigne, here lies the Countie <hi rend="italic">Paris</hi> slaine,<lb n="3068"
            />And <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> dead, and <hi rend="italic">Iuliet</hi> dead
              before,<lb n="3069"/>Warme and new kil'd.<lb n="3070"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
          <ab>Search,<lb n="3071"/>Seeke, and know how, this foule murder comes.<lb n="3072"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Wat.</speaker>
          <ab>Here is a Frier, and Slaughter'd <hi rend="italic">Romeos</hi> man,<lb n="3073"/>With
            Instruments vpon them fit to open<lb n="3074"/>These dead mens Tombes.<lb n="3075"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>O heauen!<lb n="3076"/>O wife looke how our Daughter bleedes!<lb n="3077"/>This Dagger
            hath mistaine, for loe his house<lb n="3078"/>Is empty on the backe of <hi rend="italic"
              >Mountague,</hi>
            <lb n="3079"/>And is misheathed in my Daughters bosome.<lb n="3080"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Wife.</speaker>
          <ab>O me, this sight of death, is as a Bell<lb n="3081"/>That warnes my old age to a
              Sepulcher.<lb n="3082"/>
            <stage rend="italic">Enter Mountague.</stage>
            <lb n="3083"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Pri.</speaker>
          <ab>Come <hi rend="italic">Mountague,</hi> for thou art early vp<lb n="3084"/>To see thy
            Sonne and Heire, now early downe.<lb n="3085"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Moun.</speaker>
          <ab>Alas my liege, my wife is dead to night,<lb n="3086"/>Griefe of my Sonnes exile hath
            stopt her breath:<lb n="3087"/>What further woe conspires against my age?<lb n="3088"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
          <ab>Looke: and thou shalt see.<lb n="3089"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Moun.</speaker>
          <ab>O thou vntaught, what manners is in this,<lb n="3090"/>To presse before thy Father to
            a graue?<lb n="3091"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
          <ab>Seale vp the mouth of outrage for <seg type="homograph">a</seg> while,<lb n="3092"
            />Till we can cleare these ambiguities,<lb n="3093"/>And know their spring, their head,
            their true descent,<lb n="3094"/>And then I will be generall of your woes,<lb n="3095"
            />And lead you euen to death? meane time forbeare,<lb n="3096"/>And let mischance be
            slaue to patience,<lb n="3097"/>Bring forth the parties of suspition.<lb n="3098"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>I am the greatest, able to doe least,<lb n="3099"/>Yet most suspected as the time and
              place<lb n="3100"/>Doth make against me of this direfull murther:<lb n="3101"/>And
            heere I stand both to impeach and purge<lb n="3102"/>My selfe condemned, and my selfe
              excus'd.<lb n="3103" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
          <ab>Then say at once, what thou dost know in this?<lb n="3104"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Fri.</speaker>
          <ab>I will be briefe, for my short date of breath<lb n="3105"/>Is not so long as is a
            tedious tale.<lb n="3106"/>
            <hi rend="italic">
              <seg type="homograph">Romeo</seg>
            </hi> there dead, was husband to that <hi rend="italic">Iuliet,</hi>
            <lb n="3107"/>And she there dead, that's <hi rend="italic">Romeos</hi> faithfull wife:
              <pb n="Gg1"/>
            <milestone unit="compo" n="B"/>
            <lb n="3108"/>I married them; and their stolne marriage day<lb n="3109"/>Was <hi
              rend="italic">Tybalts</hi> Doomesday: whose vntimely death<lb n="3110"/>Banish'd the
            new-made Bridegroome from this Citie:<lb n="3111"/>For whom (and not for <hi
              rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>) <hi rend="italic">Iuliet</hi> pinde.<lb n="3112"/>You, to
            remoue that siege of Greefe from her,<lb n="3113"/>Betroth'd, and would haue married her
              perforce<lb n="3114"/>To Countie <hi rend="italic">Paris.</hi> Then comes she to
              me,<lb n="3115"/>And (with wilde lookes) bid me deuise some meanes<lb n="3116"/>To rid
            her from this second Marriage,<lb n="3117"/>Or in my Cell there would she kill her
              selfe.<lb n="3118"/>Then gaue I her (so Tutor'd by my Art)<lb n="3119"/>A sleeping
            Potion, which so tooke effect<lb n="3120"/>As I intended, for it wrought on her<lb
              n="3121"/>The forme of death. Meane time, I writ to <hi rend="italic">Romeo,</hi>
            <lb n="3122"/>That he should hither come, as this dyre night,<lb n="3123"/>To helpe to
            take her from her borrowed graue,<lb n="3124"/>Being the time the Potions force should
              cease.<lb n="3125"/>But he which bore my Letter, Frier <hi rend="italic">Iohn,</hi>
            <lb n="3126"/>Was stay'd by accident; and yesternight<lb n="3127"/>Return'd my Letter
            backe. Then all alone,<lb n="3128"/>At the prefixed houre of her waking,<lb n="3129"
            />Came I to take her from her Kindreds vault,<lb n="3130"/>Meaning to keepe her closely
            at my Cell,<lb n="3131"/>Till I conueniently could send to <hi rend="italic">Romeo.</hi>
            <lb n="3132"/>But when I came (some Minute ere the time<lb n="3133"/>Of her awaking)
            heere vntimely lay<lb n="3134"/>The Noble <hi rend="italic">Paris,</hi> and true <hi
              rend="italic">Romeo</hi> dead.<lb n="3135"/>Shee wakes, and I intreated her come
              foorth,<lb n="3136"/>And beare this worke of Heauen, with patience:<lb n="3137"/>But
            then, a noyse did scarre me from the Tombe,<lb n="3138"/>And she (too desperate) would
            not go with me,<lb n="3139"/>But (as it seemes) did violence on her selfe.<lb n="3140"
            />All this I know, and to the Marriage her Nurse is priuy:<lb n="3141"/>And if ought in
            this miscarried by my fault,<lb n="3142" rend="rj"/>Let my old life be sacrific'd, some
            houre before the time,<lb n="3143"/>Vnto the rigour of seuerest Law.<lb n="3144"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
          <ab>We still haue knowne thee for a Holy man.<lb n="3145"/>Where's <hi rend="italic"
              >Romeo's</hi> man? What can he say to this?<lb n="3146"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
          <ab>I brought my Master newes of <hi rend="italic">Iuliets</hi> death,<lb n="3147"/>And
            then in poste he came from <hi rend="italic">Mantua</hi>
            <lb n="3148"/>To this same place, to this same Monument.<lb n="3149"/>This Letter he
            early bid me giue his Father,<lb n="3150"/>And threatned me with death, going in the
              Vault,<lb n="3151"/>If I departed not, and left him there.<lb n="3152"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
          <ab>Giue me the Letter, I will look on it.<lb n="3153"/>Where is the Counties Page that
            rais'd the Watch?<lb n="3154"/>Sirra, what made your Master in this place?<lb n="3155"
              rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
          <ab>He came with flowres to strew his Ladies graue,<lb n="3156"/>And bid me stand aloofe,
            and so I did:<lb n="3157"/>Anon comes one with light to ope the Tombe,<lb n="3158"/>And
              <seg type="homograph">by</seg> and by my Maister drew on him,<lb n="3159"/>And then I
            ran away to call the Watch.<lb n="3160" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
          <ab>This Letter doth make good the Friers words,<lb n="3161"/>Their course of Loue, the
            tydings of her death:<lb n="3162"/>And heere he writes, that he did buy a poyson<lb
              n="3163"/>Of a poore Pothecarie, and therewithall<lb n="3164"/>Came to this Vault to
            dye, and lye with <hi rend="italic">Iuliet.</hi>
            <lb n="3165"/>Where be these Enemies? <hi rend="italic">Capulet, Mountague,</hi>
            <lb n="3166"/>See what a scourge is laide vpon your hate,<lb n="3167" rend="rj"/>That
            Heauen finds meanes to kill your ioyes with Loue;<lb n="3168"/>And I, for winking at
            your discords too,<lb n="3169"/>Haue lost a brace of Kinsmen: All are punish'd.<lb
              n="3170"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>O Brother <hi rend="italic">Mountague,</hi> giue me thy hand,<lb n="3171"/>This is my
            Daughters ioynture, for no more<lb n="3172"/>Can I demand.<lb n="3173"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Moun.</speaker>
          <ab>But I can giue thee more:<lb n="3174"/>For I will raise her Statue in pure Gold,<lb
              n="3175"/>That whiles <hi rend="italic">Verona</hi> by that name is knowne,<lb
              n="3176"/>There shall no figure at that Rate be set,<lb n="3177"/>As that of True and
            Faithfull <hi rend="italic">Iuliet.</hi>
            <lb n="3178"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
          <ab>As rich shall <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi> by his Lady ly,<lb n="3179"/>Poore
            sacrifices of our enmity.<lb n="3180" rend="rj"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
        <sp>
          <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
          <ab>A glooming peace this morning with it brings,<lb n="3181"/>The Sunne for sorrow will
            not shew his head;<lb n="3182"/>Go hence, to haue more talke of these sad things,<lb
              n="3183"/>Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished.<lb n="3184"/>For neuer was a
            Storie of more Wo,<lb n="3185"/>Then this of <hi rend="italic">Iuliet,</hi> and her <hi
              rend="italic">Romeo.</hi>
            <stage rend="italic">Exeunt omnes</stage>
            <lb n="3186"/>
          </ab>
        </sp>
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