Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 1, 1597)
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The excellent Tragedie
1910Doth she not thinke me an olde murderer,
¶Now I haue stainde the childhood of her ioy,
¶With bloud remou'd but little from her owne?
¶My conceal'd Lady to our canceld loue?
¶And now fals on her bed, now on the ground,
¶And Tybalt cryes, and then on Romeo calles.
1920Did murder her, as that names cursed hand
¶Murderd her kinsman. Ah tell me holy Fryer
¶In what vile part of this Anatomy
¶Doth my name lye? Tell me that I may sacke
¶The hatefull mansion?
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He offers to stab himselfe, and Nurse snatches
the dagger away.
¶Nur:Ah?
¶Cryes out thou art, but thy wilde actes denote
¶Thou hast amaz'd me. By my holy order,
¶And slay thy Lady too, that liues in thee?
¶There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,
¶Happines Courts thee in his best array:
1960But like a misbehaude and sullen wench
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