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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
    Not Peer Reviewed

    Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 1, 1597)


    of Romeo and Iuliet.

    kinde Gentleman, and an honest, and a vertuous; wheres
    your mother?
    1375Nur: Marry come vp, cannot you stay a while? is this
    the poultesse for mine aking boanes? next arrant youl haue
    done, euen doot yourselfe.
    Iul: Nay stay sweet Nurse, I doo intreate thee now,
    1378.1What sayes my Loue, my Lord, my Romeo?
    Nur: Goe, hye you straight to Friar Laurence Cell,
    and frame a scuse that you must goe to shrift:
    There stayes a Bridegroome to make you a Bride.
    Now comes the wanton blood vp in your cheekes,
    I must prouide a ladder made of cordes,
    With which your Lord must clime a birdes nest soone.
    I must take paines to further your delight,
    But you must beare the burden soone at night.
    1389.1Doth this newes please you now?
    Iul: How doth her latter words reuiue my hart.
    Thankes gentle Nurse, dispatch thy busines,
    And Ile not faile to meete my Romeo. Exeunt.

    Enter Romeo, Frier.
    1392.1Rom: Now Father Laurence, in thy holy grant
    Consists the good of me and Iuliet.
    Fr: Without more words I will doo all I may,
    To make you happie if in me it lye.
    1392.5Rom: This morning here she pointed we should meet,
    And consumate those neuer parting bands,
    Witnes of our harts loue by ioyning hands,
    And come she will.
    Fr: I gesse she will indeed,
    1392.10Youths loue is quicke, swifter than swiftest speed.
    Enter Iuliet somewhat fast, and embraceth Romeo.
    See where she comes.
    1409.1So light of foote nere hurts the troden flower:
    Of loue and ioy, see see the soueraigne power.
    Iul: Romeo.
    Rom:
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