Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. Take him and cut him out in little starres,
Iul. And he will make the Face of heauen so fine,
Iul. That all the world will be in Loue with night,
Iul. And pay no worship to the Garish Sun.
Iul. O I haue bought the Mansion of a Loue,
Iul. But not possest it, and though I am sold,
Iul. Not yet enioy'd, so tedious is this day,
Iul. As is the night before some Festiuall,
Iul. ff3
Iul. To
Iul. The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet.
Iul. To an impatient child that hath new robes
Iul. And may not weare them, O here comes my Nurse:
Iul. Enter Nurse with cords.
Iul. And she brings newes and euery tongue that speaks
Iul. But Romeos, name, speakes heauenly eloquence:
Iul. Now Nurse, what newes? what hast thou there?
Iul. The Cords that Romeo bid thee fetch?
Nur. Nur.
Nur. I, I, the Cords.