17581727Which you mistaking offer vp to ioy,

17591728My husband liues that Tybalt would haue slaine,

17601729And Tybalts dead that would haue slain my husband:

17611730All this is comfort, wherefore weepe I then?

17621731Some word there was, worser then Tybalts death

17631732That murdred me, I would forget it faine,

17641733But oh it presses to my memorie,

17651734Like damned guiltie deeds to sinners mindes,

17661735Tybalt is dead and Romeo banished:

17671736That banished, that one word banished,

17681737Hath slaine ten thousand Tybalts: Tybalts death

17691738Was woe inough if it had ended there:

17701739Or if sower woe delights in fellowship,

17711740And needly will be ranckt with other griefes,

17721741Why followed not when she said Tybalts dead,

17731742Thy father or thy mother, nay or both,

17741743Which moderne lamentation might haue moued,

17751744But with a reareward following Tybalts death,

17761745Romeo is banished: to speake that word,

17771746Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Iuliet,

17781747All slaine, all dead: Romeo is banished,

17791748There is no end, no limit, measure bound,

17801749In that words death, no words can that woe sound.

17811750Where is my father and my mother Nurse?

17821751Nur. Weeping and wayling ouer Tybalts course,

17831752Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.

17841753 Iu. Wash they his wounds with teares? mine shall be (spent,

17851754When theirs are drie, for Romeos banishment.

17861755Take vp those cordes, poore ropes you are beguilde,

17871756Both you and I for Romeo is exilde:

17881757He made you for a highway to my bed,

17891758But I a maide, die maiden widowed.

17901759Come cordes, come Nurse, ile to my wedding bed,

17911760And death not Romeo, take my maiden head.

17921761Nur. Hie to your chamber, Ile finde Romeo

17931762To comfort you, I wot well where he is:

G 3 Harke