20991575Moth:Where are you Daughter?

2099.11576Nur:What Ladie, Lambe, what Iuliet?

21001577Iul:How now, who calls?

2100.11578Nur:It is your Mother.

21031579Moth:Why how now Iuliet?

21041580Iul:Madam, I am not well.

21051581Moth:What euermore weeping for your Cosens death:

21061582I thinke thoult wash him from his graue with teares.

21101583Iul:I cannot chuse, hauing so great a losse.

21151584Moth:I cannot blame thee.

21161585But it greeues thee more that Villaine liues.

21171586Iul:What Villaine Madame?

21181587Moth:That Villaine Romeo.

21191588Iul:Villaine and he are manie miles a sunder.

21251589Moth:Content thee Girle, if I could finde a man

21261590I soone would send to Mantua where he is,

21281591That should bestow on him so sure a draught,

21291592As he should soone beare Tybalt companie.

21411593Iul:Finde you the meanes, and Ile finde such a man:

2141.11594For whilest he liues, my heart shall nere be light

21321595Till I behold him, dead is my poore heart.

21331596Thus for a Kinsman vext?

21421597Moth:Well let that passe. I come to bring thee ioyfull(newes?

21431598Iul:And ioy comes well in such a needfull time.

21451599Moth:Well then, thou hast a carefull Father Girle,

21461600And one who pittying thy needfull state,

21471601Hath found thee out a happie day of ioy.

21491602Iul:What day is that I pray you?

21501603Moth:Marry my Childe,