Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tib. Mercutio thou consort'st with Romeo.
Mer. Mer.
Mer. Consort? what dost thou make vs Minstrels? &
Mer. thou make Minstrels of vs, looke to heare nothing but dis
Mer. cords: heere's my fiddlesticke, heere's that shall make you
Mer. daunce. Come consort.
Ben. Ben.
Ben. We talke here in the publike haunt of men:
Ben. Either withdraw vnto some priuate place,
Ben. Or reason coldly of your greeuances:
Ben. Or else depart, here all eies gaze on vs.
Mer. Mens eyes were made to looke, and let them gaze.
Mer. I will not budge for no mans pleasure I.
Mer. Enter Romeo.
Tib. Tib.
Tib. Well peace be with you sir, here comes my man.
Mer. But Ile be hang'd sir if he weare your Liuery:
Mer. Marry go before to field, heele be your follower,