Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iuli. I am not I, if there be such an I.
Iuli. Or those eyes shot, that makes thee answere I:
Iuli. If he be slaine say I, or if not, no.
Iuli. Briefe, sounds, determine of my weale or wo.
Nur. Nur.
Nur. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,
Nur. God saue the marke, here on his manly brest,
Nur. A pitteous Coarse, a bloody piteous Coarse:
Nur. Pale, pale as ashes, all bedawb'd in blood,
Nur. All in gore blood, I sounded at the sight‑
Iul. Iul.
Iul. O breake my heart,
Iul. Poore Banckrout breake at once,
Iul. To prison eyes, nere looke on libertie.
Iul. Vile earth to earth resigne, end motion here,
Iul. And thou and Romeo presse on heauie beere.
Nur. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best Friend I had:
Nur. O curteous Tybalt honest Gentleman,
Nur. That euer I should liue to see thee dead.