of Romeo and Iuliet.
10941088Doth grace for grace, and loue for loue allow:
10971091Thy loue did reade by rote, that could not
spell:
10981092But come young wauerer, come go with me,
10991093In one re
spe
ct ile thy a
ssistant be:
11001094For this alliance may
so happie proue,
11011095To turne your hou
sholds rancor to pure loue.
11021096Ro. O let vs hence, I
stand on
sudden ha
st.
11031097Fri. Wi
sely and
slow, they
stumble that run fa
st.
11061100 Mer. Where the deule
should this
Romeo be? came hee not
11081102Ben. Not to his fathers, I
spoke with his man.
11091103 Mer. Why that
same pale hard hearted wench, that
Rosaline, 11101104Torments him
so, that he will
sure run mad.
11111105 Ben. Tibalt, the ki
sman to old
Capulet, hath
sent a leter to his
11151109Mer. Any man that can write may an
swere a letter.
11161110 Ben. Nay, he wil an
swere the letters mai
ster how he dares, be
- 11181112 Mercu. Alas poore
Romeo, he is alreadie dead,
stabd with a
11191113white wenches blacke eye, runne through the eare with a loue
11201114song, the very pinne of his heart, cleft with the blinde
11211115bowe-boyes but-
shaft, and is hee a man to encounter
Ty- 11241118 Mer. More then Prince of Cats. Oh hees the couragious
11251119captain of Complements:
he
fights as you
sing prick
song, keeps
11261120time, di
stance & proportion, he re
sts, his minum re
sts, one two,
11271121and the third in your bo
some
: the very butcher of a
silke but
- 11281122ton, a duali
st a duali
st, a gentleman of the very
fir
st hou
se of the
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