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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 excellent Tragedie

    Rom:Spakest thou of Iuliet, how is it with her?
    1910Doth she not thinke me an olde murderer,
    Now I haue stainde the childhood of her ioy,
    With bloud remou'd but little from her owne?
    Where is she? and how doth she? And what sayes
    My conceal'd Lady to our canceld loue?
    1915Nur:Oh she saith nothing, but weepes and pules,
    And now fals on her bed, now on the ground,
    And Tybalt cryes, and then on Romeo calles.
    Rom.As if that name shot from the deadly leuel of a gun
    1920Did murder her, as that names cursed hand
    Murderd her kinsman. Ah tell me holy Fryer
    In what vile part of this Anatomy
    Doth my name lye? Tell me that I may sacke
    The hatefull mansion?
    1924.1He offers to stab himselfe, and Nurse snatches
    the dagger away.

    1925Fr:Hold, stay thy hand: art thou a man? thy forme
    Cryes out thou art, but thy wilde actes denote
    The vnresonable furyes of a beast.
    Vnseemely woman in a seeming man,
    1930Or ill beseeming beast in seeming both.
    Thou hast amaz'd me. By my holy order,
    I thought thy disposition better temperd,
    Hast thou slaine Tybalt? wilt thou slay thy selfe?
    And slay thy Lady too, that liues in thee?
    Rouse vp thy spirits, thy Lady Iuliet liues,
    For whose sweet sake thou wert but lately dead:
    There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,
    1955But thou sluest Tybalt, there art thou happy too.
    A packe of blessings lights vpon thy backe,
    Happines Courts thee in his best array:
    1960But like a misbehaude and sullen wench
    Thou frownst vpon thy Fate that smilles on thee.