Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iuliet. Me thinkes I see thee now, thou art so lowe,
Iuliet. As one dead in the bottome of a Tombe,
Iuliet. Either my eye‑sight failes, or thou look'st pale.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. And trust me Loue, in my eye so do you:
Rom. Drie sorrow drinkes our blood. Adue, adue.
Rom. Exit.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle,
Iul. If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
Iul. That is renown'd for faith? be fickle Fortune:
Iul. For then I hope thou wilt not keepe him long,
Iul. But send him backe.
Iul. Enter Mother.
Lad. Lad.
Lad. Ho Daughter, are you vp?
Iul: Iul:
Iul: Who ist that calls? Is it my Lady Mother.
Iul: Is she not downe so late, or vp so early?
Iul: What vnaccustom'd cause procures her hither?