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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
    It is supposed the faire creature died,
    2905And here is come to do some villainous shame
    To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him,
    Stop thy vnhallowed toyle vile Mountague:
    Can vengeance be pursued further then death?
    Condemned villaine, I do apprehend thee,
    2910Obey and go with me, for thou must die.
    Rom. I must indeed, and therefore came I hither,
    Good gentle youth tempt not a desprate man,
    Flie hence and leaue me, thinke vpon these gone,
    Let them affright thee. I beseech thee youth,
    2915Put not an other sin vpon my head,
    By vrging me to furie, ô be gone,
    By heauen I loue thee better then my selfe,
    For I come hither armde against myselfe:
    Stay not, begone, liue, and hereafter say,
    2920A mad mans mercie bid thee run away.
    Par. I do defie thy commiration,
    And apprehend thee for a Fellon here.
    Ro. Wilt thou prouoke me? then haue at thee boy.
    O Lord they fight, I will go call the Watch.
    2925Par. O I am slaine, if thou be mercifull,
    Open the Tombe, lay me with Iuliet.
    Rom. In faith I will, let me peruse this face,
    Mercutios kinsman, Noble Countie Paris,
    What said my man, when my betossed soule
    2930Did not attend him as we rode? I thinke
    He told me Paris should haue married Iuliet,
    Said he not so? or did I dreame it so?
    Or am I mad, hearing him talke of Iuliet,
    To thinke it was so? O giue me thy hand,
    2935One writ with me in sowre misfortunes booke,
    Ile burie thee in a triumphant graue.
    A Graue, O no. A Lanthorne slaughtred youth:
    For here lies Iuliet, and her bewtie makes
    This Vault a feasting presence full of light.