Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fri. Taking thy part, hath rusht aside the Law,
Fri. And turn'd that blacke word death, to banishment.
Fri. This is deare mercy, and thou seest it not.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. 'Tis Torture and not mercy, heauen is here
Rom. Where Iuliet liues, and euery Cat and Dog,
Rom. And little Mouse, euery vnworthy thing
Rom. Liue here in Heauen and may looke on her,
Rom. But Romeo may not. More Validitie,
Rom. More Honourable state, more Courtship liues
Rom. In carrion Flies, then Romeo: they may seaze
Rom. On the white wonder of deare Iuliets hand,
Rom. And steale immortall blessing from her lips,
Rom. Who euen in pure and vestall modestie
Rom. Still blush, as thinking their owne kisses sin.
Rom. This may Flies doe, when I from this must flie,
Rom. And saist thou yet, that exile is not death?
Rom. But Romeo may not, hee is banished.
Rom. Hadst thou no poyson mixt, no sharpe ground knife,
Rom. No sudden meane of death, though nere so meane,