Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 1, 1597)
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The most excellent Tragedie,
¶This tricke will scath you one day I know what.
¶Well said my hartes. Be quiet:
¶More light Ye knaue, or I will make you quiet.
¶Makes my flesh tremble in their different greetings:
670Rom: If I prophane with my vnworhie hand,
¶Which mannerly deuotion shewes in this:
¶For Saints haue hands which holy Palmers touch,
¶Rom: Haue not Saints lips, and holy Palmers too?
¶Iu: Saints doe not mooue though: grant nor praier
¶forsake.
685Ro: Then mooue not till my praiers effect I take.
¶Thus from my lips, by yours my sin is purgde.
¶Giue me my sinne againe.
¶Nurse: Madame your mother calles.
¶Rom: What is her mother?
¶Nurse Marrie Batcheler her mother is the Ladie of the
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