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 lookest pale.

20912054Rom. And trust 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 dost thou with him

20952059That is renowmd for faith? be fickle Fortune:

20962060For then I hope thou wilt not keepe him long,

20972061But send him backe.

20992063La. Ho daughter, are you vp?

21002064Iu. Who ist that calls? It is my Lady mother.

21012065Is she not downe so late or vp so early?

21022066What vnaccustomd cause procures her hither?

21032067La. Why how now Iuliet?

21042068Iu. Madam I am not well.

21052069La. Euermore weeping for your Cozens death?

21062070What wilt thou wash him from his graue with teares?

21072071And if thou couldst, thou couldst 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 losse.

21112075La. So shall you feele the losse, but not the friend

21122076Which you weepe for.

21132077Iu. Feeling so the losse,

21142078I cannot chuse but euer weepe the friend.

21152079 La. Wel gyrle, thou weepst not so much for his death,

21162080As that the villaine liues which slaughterd him.

21172081Iu. What villaine Madam?

21182082 La. That same villaine Romeo.

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.