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  • Title: Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 1, 1597)
  • Editor: Roger Apfelbaum
  • ISBN: 1-55058-299-2

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Roger Apfelbaum
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    Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 1, 1597)

    The most excellent Tragedie,

    to see it teachie and fall out with Dugge. Shake quoth the
    Doue-house twas no need I trow to bid me trudge, and since
    385that time it is a leauen yeare: for then could Iuliet stande
    high lone, nay by the Roode, shee could haue wadled vp and
    downe, for euen the day before shee brake her brow, and then
    my husband God be with his soule, hee was a merrie man:
    390Dost thou fall forward Iuliet? thou wilt fall backward when
    thou hast more wit: wilt thou not Iuliet? and by my holli-
    dam, the pretty foole left crying and said I. To see how a
    ieast shall come about, I warrant you if I should liue a hun-
    dred yeare, I never should forget it, wilt thou not Iuliet?
    395and by my troth she stinted and cried I.
    405Iuliet: And stint thou too, I prethee Nurce say I.
    Nurce:Well goe thy waies, God marke thee for his
    grace, thou wert the prettiest Babe that euer I nurst, might
    I but liue to see thee married once, I haue my wish.
    Wife: And that same marriage Nurce, is the Theame
    410I meant to talke of: Tell me Iuliet, how stand you af-
    fected to be married:
    Iul: It is an honor that I dreame not off.
    Nurce: An honor! were not I thy onely Nurce, I
    would say thou hadst suckt wisedome from thy Teat.
    420Wife: Well girle, the Noble Countie Paris seekes
    thee for his Wife.
    Nurce: A man young Ladie, Ladie such a man as all
    the world, why he is a man of waxe.
    Wife: Veronaes Summer hath not such a flower
    Nurce: Nay he is a flower, in faith a very flower.
    425Wife: Well Iuliet, how like you of Paris loue.
    Iuliet: Ile looke to like, if looking liking moue,
    But no more deepe will I engage mine eye,
    445Then your consent giues strength to make it flie.
    Enter Clowne.