Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iuli. That sees into the bottome of my griefe?
Iuli. sweet my Mother cast me not away,
Iuli. lay this marriage, for a month, a weeke,
Iuli. if you do not, make the Bridall bed
Iuli. that dim Monument where Tybalt lies.
Mo. Mo.
Mo. Talke not to me, for Ile not speake a word,
Mo. o as thou wilt, for I haue done with thee.
Mo. Exit.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. O God!
Iul. O Nurse, how shall this be preuented?
Iul. My Husband is on earth, my faith in heauen,
Iul. How shall that faith returne againe to earth,
Iul. Vnlesse that Husband send it me from heauen,
Iul. By leauing earth? Comfort me, counsaile me:
Iul. Hlacke, alacke, that heauen should practise stratagems
Iul. Vpon so soft a subiect as my selfe.
Iul. What faist thou? hast thou not a word of ioy?
Iul. Some comfort Nurse.