Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iuli. Iuli.
Iuli. Ay me, what newes?
Iuli. Whst thou wring thy hands.
Nur. Nur.
Nur. A welady, hee's dead, hee's dead,
Nur. We are vndone Lady, we are vndone.
Nur. Alacke the day, hee's gone, hee's kil'd, he's dead.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. Can heauen be so enuious?
Nur. Romeo can,
Nur. Though heauen cannot. O Romeo, Romeo,
Nur. Who euer would haue thought it Romeo.
Iuli. What diuell art thou,
Iuli. That dost torment me thus?
Iuli. This torture should be roar'd in dismall hell,
Iuli. Hath Romeo slaine himselfe? say thou but I,
Iuli. And that bare vowell I shall poyson more
Iuli. Then the death‑darting eye of Cockatrice,