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  • Title: Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 2, 1599)
  • Editor: Roger Apfelbaum
  • ISBN: 1-55058-299-2

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Roger Apfelbaum
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    Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 2, 1599)

    The most lamentable Tragedie
    But and you will not wed, ile pardon you.
    2235Graze where you will, you shall not house with me,
    Looke too't, thinke on't, I do not vse to iest.
    Thursday is neare, lay hand on hart, aduise,
    And you be mine, ile giue you to my friend,
    And you be not, hang, beg, starue, dye in the streets.
    2240For by my soule ile nere acknowledge thee,
    Nor what is mine shall neuer do thee good:
    Trust too't, bethinke you, ile not be forsworne.
    Iu. Is there no pittie sitting in the cloudes
    That sees into the bottome of my greefe?
    2245O sweet my Mother cast me not away,
    Delay this marriage for a month, a weeke,
    Or if you do not, make the Bridall bed
    In that dim Monument where Tibalt lies.
    Mo. Talke not to me, for ile not speake a word,
    2250Do as thou wilt, for I haue done with thee.
    Iu. O God, ô Nurse, how shall this be preuented?
    My husband is on earth, my faith in heauen,
    How shall that faith returne againe to earth,
    2255Vnlesse that husband send it me from heauen,
    By leauing earth? comfort me, counsaile me:
    Alack, alack, that heauen should practise stratagems
    Vpon so soft a subiect as my selfe.
    What sayst thou, hast thou not a word of ioy?
    2260Some comfort Nurse.
    Nur. Faith here it is, Romeo is banished and all the world to (nothing,
    That he dares nere come back to challenge you:
    Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
    2265Then since the case so stands as now it doth,
    I thinke it best you married with the Countie,
    O hees a louely Gentleman:
    Romios a dishclout to him, an Eagle Madam
    Hath not so greene, so quick, so faire an eye
    2270As Paris hath, beshrow my very hart,