The most lamentable Tragedie
20872050Ro. O God I haue an ill diuining
soule,
20882051Me thinkes I
see thee now, thou art
so lowe,
20892052As one dead in the bottome of a tombe,
20902053Either my eye-
sight failes, or thou looke
st pale.
20912054Rom. And tru
st me loue, in my eye
so do you:
20922055Drie
sorrow drinkes our bloud. Adue, adue.
20932057Iu. O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee
fickle,
20942058If thou art
fickle, what do
st thou with him
20952059That is renowmd for faith? be
fickle Fortune:
20962060For then I hope thou wilt not keepe him long,
21002064Iu. Who i
st that calls? It is my Lady mother.
21012065Is
she not downe
so late or vp
so early?
21022066What vnaccu
stomd cau
se procures her hither?
21052069La. Euermore weeping for your Cozens death?
21062070What wilt thou wa
sh him from his graue with teares?
21072071And if thou could
st, thou could
st not make him liue:
21082072Therfore haue done,
some griefe
shews much of loue,
21092073But much of greefe,
shewes
still
some want of wit.
21102074Iu. Yet let me weepe, for
such a feeling lo
sse.
21112075La. So
shall you feele the lo
sse, but not the friend
21142078I cannot chu
se but euer weepe the friend.
21152079 La. Wel gyrle, thou weep
st not
so much for his death,
21162080As that the villaine liues which
slaughterd him.
21192083Iu. Villaine and he be many miles a
sunder:
21202084God padon, I do with all my heart:
21212085And yet no man like he, doth greeue my heart.
La. That