Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Wife. O where is Romeo, saw you him to day?
Wife. Right glad am I, he was not at this fray.
Ben. Ben.
Ben. Madam, an houre before the worshipt Sun
Ben. Peer'd forth the golden window of the East,
Ben. A troubled mind draue me to walke abroad,
Ben. Where vnderneath the groue of Sycamour,
Ben. That West‑ward rooteth from this City side:
Ben. So earely walking did I see your Sonne:
Ben. Towards him I made, but he was ware of me,
Ben. And stole into the couert of the wood,
Ben. I measuring his affections by my owne,
Ben. Which then most sought, wher most might not be found:
Ben. Being one too many by my weary selfe,
Ben. Pursued my Honour, not pursuing his
Ben. And gladly shunn'd, who gladly fled from me.
Mount. Mount.
Mount. Many a morning hath he there beene seene,
Mount. With teares augmenting the fresh mornings deaw,
Mount. Adding to cloudes, more cloudes with his deepe sighes,