Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. Iul.
Iul. What storme is this that blowes so contrarie?
Iul. Is Romeo slaughtred? and is Tybalt dead?
Iul. My dearest Cozen, and my dearer Lord:
Iul. Then dreadfull Trumpet sound the generall doome,
Iul. For who is liuing, if those two are gone?
Nur. Nur.
Nur. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished,
Nur. Romeo that kil'd him, he is banished.
Iul. O God!
Iul. Did Rom'os hand shed Tybalts blood
Iul. It did, it did, alas the day, it did.
Nur. O Serpent heart, hid with a flowring face.
Iul. Did euer Dragon keepe so faire a Caue?
Iul. Beautifull Tyrant, fiend Angelicall:
Iul. Rauenous Doue‑feather'd Rauen,
Iul. Woluish‑rauening Lambe,