The excellent Tragedie
22371673I tell yee what, Thur
sday is neere,
1674Lay hand on heart, adui
se, bethinke your
selfe,
22381675If you be mine, Ile giue you to my frend:
22391676If not, hang, drowne,
starue, beg,
22401677Dye in the
streetes: for by my Soule
1678Ile neuer more acknowledge thee,
22411679Nor what I haue
shall euer doe thee good,
22421680Thinke ont, looke toot, I doe not v
se to ie
st.
Exit. 22431681Iul:Is there no pitty hanging in the cloudes,
22441682That lookes into the bottom of my woes?
22451683I doe be
seech you Madame, ca
st me not away,
22461684Defer this mariage for a day or two,
22471685Or if you cannot, make my mariage bed
22481686In that dimme monument where
Tybalt lyes.
22491687Moth:Nay be a
ssured I will not
speake a word.
22501688Do what thou wilt for I haue done with thee.
Exit. 22511689Iul:Ah Nur
se what comfort? what coun
sell can
st thou
22611691Nur.Now tru
st me Madame, I know not what to
say:
22621692Your
Romeo he is bani
sht, and all the world to nothing
22631693He neuer dares returne to challendge you.
22661694Now I thinke good you marry with this County,
22671695Oh he is a gallant Gentleman,
Romeo is but a di
shclout
22681696In re
spe
ct of him. I promi
se you
22711697I thinke you happy in this
second match.
22741699Or twere as good he were, for you haue no v
se of him.
22751700Iul:Speak
st thou this from thy heart?
22761701Nur:I and from my
soule, of els be
shrew them both.
22801704Iul:Well, thou ha
st comforted me wondrous much,
22811705I pray thee goe thy waies vnto my mother
22821706Tell her I am gone hauing di
splea
sde my Father.
1707To Fryer
Laurence Cell to confe
sse me,