of Romeo and Iuliet.
16821657 Iu. Ay me what news? Why do
st thou wring thy
hāds?
16841658Nur. A weraday, hees dead, hees dead, hees dead,
16851659We are vndone Lady, we are vndone.
16861660Alack the day, hees gone, hees kild, hees dead.
16891663Though heauen cannot. O
Romeo, Romeo, 16901664Who euer would haue thought it
Romeo?
16911665 Iu. What diuell art thou that do
st torment me thus?
16931666This torture
should be rored in di
small hell,
16941667Hath
Romeo slaine him
selfe?
say thou but I,
16951668And that bare vowell I
shall poy
son more
16961669Then the death arting eye of Cockatrice,
16971670I am not I, if there be
such an I.
16981671Or tho
se eyes
shot, that makes thee an
swere I:
16991672If he be
slaine
say I, or if not, no.
17001673Briefe,
sounds, determine my weale or wo.
17011674Nur. I
saw the wound, I
saw it with mine eyes,
17021675God
saue the marke, here on his manly bre
st,
17031676A piteous coar
se, a bloudie piteous coar
se,
17041677Pale, pale as a
shes, all bedawbde in bloud,
17051678All in goare bloud, I
sounded at the
sight.
17061679 Iu. O break my hart, poore banckrout break at once,
17081680To pri
son eyes, nere looke on libertie.
17091681Vile earth too earth re
signe, end motion here.
17101682And thou and
Romeo pre
sse on heauie beare.
17111683Nur. O
Tybalt, Tybalt, the be
st friend I had,
17121684O curteous
Tybalt, hone
st Gentleman,
17131685That euer I
should liue to
see thee dead.
17141686Iu. What
storme is this that blowes
so contrarie?
17151687Is
Romeo slaughtred? and is
Tybalt dead?
17161688My deare
st Cozen, and my dearer Lord,
17171689Then dreadfull Trumpet
sound the generall doome,
17181690For who is liuing, if tho
se two are gone?
G 2 Nur. Tybalt