The excellent Tragedie
19091420Rom:Spake
st thou of
Iuliet, how is it with her?
19101421Doth
she not thinke me an olde murderer,
19111422Now I haue
stainde the childhood of her ioy,
19121423With bloud remou'd but little from her owne?
19131424Where is
she? and how doth
she? And what
sayes
19141425My conceal'd Lady to our canceld loue?
19151426Nur:Oh
she
saith nothing, but weepes and pules,
19161427And now fals on her bed, now on the ground,
19171428And
Tybalt cryes, and then on
Romeo calles.
19191429Rom.As if that name
shot from the deadly leuel of a gun
19201430Did murder her, as that names cur
sed hand
19211431Murderd her kin
sman. Ah tell me holy Fryer
19221432In what vile part of this Anatomy
19231433Doth my name lye? Tell me that I may
sacke
1924.11435He offers to stab himselfe, and Nurse snatches
19251438Fr:Hold,
stay thy hand: art thou a man? thy forme
19261439Cryes out thou art, but thy wilde a
ctes denote
19281440The vnre
sonable furyes of a bea
st.
19291441Vn
seemely woman in a
seeming man,
19301442Or ill be
seeming bea
st in
seeming both.
19311443Thou ha
st amaz'd me. By my holy order,
19321444I thought thy di
spo
sition better temperd,
19331445Ha
st thou
slaine
Tybalt? wilt thou
slay thy
selfe?
19341446And
slay thy Lady too, that liues in thee?
19521447Rou
se vp thy
spirits, thy Lady
Iuliet liues,
19531448For who
se
sweet
sake thou wert but lately dead:
19541449There art thou happy.
Tybalt would kill thee,
19551450But thou
slue
st Tybalt, there art thou happy too.
19581451A packe of ble
ssings lights vpon thy backe,
19591452Happines Courts thee in his be
st array:
19601453But like a misbehaude and
sullen wench
19611454Thou frown
st vpon thy Fate that
smilles on thee.
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