The excellent Tragedie
1806Each vitall
spirit: for no Pul
se
shall keepe
23921807His naturall progre
sse, but
surcea
se to beate:
23931808No
signe of breath
shall te
sti
fie thou liu
st.
23991809And in this borrowed likenes of
shrunke death,
24001810Thou
shalt remaine full two and fortie houres.
24071811And when thou art laid in thy Kindreds Vault,
24191812Ile
send in ha
st to
Mantua to thy Lord,
24121813And he
shall come and take thee from thy graue.
24221814Iul.Frier I goe, be
sure thou
send for my deare
Romeo.
24231816Enter olde Capolet, his Wife, Nurse, and
24261820Capo:Goe, prouide me twentie cunning Cookes.
24271821Ser:I warrant you Sir, let me alone for that, Ile knowe
24291823Capo:How can
st thou know them
so?
24301824Ser:Ah Sir, tis an ill Cooke cannot licke his owne
fin
-
2437.11829Moth:Shees gone (my Lord) to Frier
Laurence Cell
2437.31831Capo:Ah, he may hap to doo
some good of her,
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