Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 1, 1597)
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The excellent Tragedie
¶I tell yee what, Thursday is neere,
¶If you be mine, Ile giue you to my frend:
¶If not, hang, drowne, starue, beg,
2240Dye in the streetes: for by my Soule
2240.1Ile neuer more acknowledge thee,
¶Nor what I haue shall euer doe thee good,
Exit.
¶Iul:Is there no pitty hanging in the cloudes,
¶That lookes into the bottom of my woes?
¶Defer this mariage for a day or two,
¶Or if you cannot, make my mariage bed
¶In that dimme monument where Tybalt lyes.
2250Do what thou wilt for I haue done with thee.
Exit.
¶giue me.
¶Your Romeo he is banisht, and all the world to nothing
¶He neuer dares returne to challendge you.
¶Now I thinke good you marry with this County,
¶Oh he is a gallant Gentleman, Romeo is but a dishclout
¶I thinke you happy in this second match.
¶As for your husband he is dead:
¶Or twere as good he were, for you haue no vse of him.
¶Iul:Amen.
¶I pray thee goe thy waies vnto my mother
To Fryer Laurence Cell to confesse me,
¶And to be absolu'd.
