Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. Dispised substance of Diuinest show:
Iul. Iust opposite to what thou iustly seem'st,
Iul. A dimne Saint, an Honourable Villaine:
Iul. O Nature! what had'st thou to doe in hell,
Iul. When thou did'st bower the spirit of a fiend
Iul. In mortall paradise of such sweet flesh?
Iul. Was euer booke containing such vile matter
Iul. So fairely bound? O that deceit should dwell
Iul. In such a gorgeous Pallace.
Nur. Nur.
Nur. There's no trust, no faith, no honestie in men,
Nur. All periur'd, all forsworne, all naught, all dissemblers,
Nur. Ah where's my man? giue me some Aqua‑vitæ?
Nur. These griefes, these woes, these sorrowes make me old:
Nur. Shame come to Romeo.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. Blister'd be thy tongue
Iul. For such a wish, he was not borne to shame:
Iul. Vpon his brow shame is asham'd to sit;
Iul. For 'tis a throane where Honour may be Crown'd