271120092.I thinke because Musitions sound for siluer.

27122010Ser:Prettie too: come, what say you?

271320113.I say nothing.

27142012Ser:I thinke so, Ile speake for you because you are the

27152013Singer. I saye Siluer sound, because such Fellowes as you

27162014haue sildome Golde for sounding. Farewell Fidlers, fare-

2716.12015well. Exit.

2716.220161.Farewell and be hangd: come lets goe. Exeunt.

27232018Rom:If I may trust the flattering Eye of Sleepe,

27242019My Dreame presagde some good euent to come.

27252020My bosome Lord sits chearfull in his throne,

27262021And I am comforted with pleasing dreames.

27282022Me thought I was this night alreadie dead:

27292023(Strange dreames that giue a dead man leaue to thinke)

2024And that my Ladie Iuliet came to me,

27302025And breathd such life with kisses in my lips,

27312026That I reuiude and was an Emperour.

27352028Newes from Verona. How now Balthasar,

27372029How doth my Ladie? Is my Father well?

27382030How fares my Iuliet? that I aske againe:

27392031If she be well, then nothing can be ill.

27402032Balt:Then nothing can be ill, for she is well,

27412033Her bodie sleepes in Capels Monument,

27422034And her immortall parts with Angels dwell.

27452035Pardon me Sir, that am the Messenger of such bad tidings.

27472036Rom:Is it euen so? then I defie my Starres.

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