of Romeo and Iuliet.
16241249I doo intreate
sweete Prince thoult iu
stice giue,
16251250Romeo slew
Tybalt, Romeo may not liue.
16321252Immediately we doo exile him hence.
16331253I have an intere
st in your hates proceeding,
16341254My blood for your rude braules doth lye a bleeding.
16351255But Ile amerce you with
so large a
fine,
16361256That you
shall all repent the lo
sse of mine.
16371257I will be deafe to pleading and excu
ses,
16381258Nor teares nor prayers
shall purcha
se for abu
ses.
1638.11259Pittie
shall dwell and gouerne with vs
still:
16421260Mercie to all but murdrers, pardoning none that kill.
16451263Iul: Gallop apace you
fierie footed
steedes
16461264To
Phoebus man
sion,
such a Waggoner
16471265As
Phaeton, would quickly bring you thether,
16481266And
send in cloudie night immediately.
16761267Enter Nurse wringing her hands, with the ladder 1268of cordes in her lap. 16791269But how now Nur
se: O Lord, why look
st thou
sad?
16801270What ha
st thou there, the cordes?
16811271Nur: I, I, the cordes: alacke we are vndone,
16821272We are vndone, Ladie we are vndone.
16911273Iul: What diuell art thou that torments me thus?
16861274Nurs: Alack the day, hees dead, hees dead, hees dead.
16931275Iul: This torture
should be roard in di
small hell.
16951277Nur: Romeo can if heauens cannot.
17011278I
saw the wound, I
saw it with mine eyes,
17021279God
saue the
sample, on his manly brea
st:
17031280A bloodie coar
se, a piteous bloodie coar
se,
17041281All pale as a
shes, I
swounded at the
sight.
F3 Iul: