Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Nur. Nur.
Nur. Faith here it is,
Nur. Romeo is banished, and all the world to nothing,
Nur. That he dares nere come backe to challenge you:
Nur. Or if he do, it need must be by stealth.
Nur. Then since the case so stands as now it doth,
Nur. I thinke it best you married with the Countie,
Nur. O hee's a Louely Gentleman:
Nur. Romeos a dish‑clout to him: an Eagle Madam
Nur. Hath not so greene, so quicke, so faire an eye
Nur. As Paris hath, beshrow my very heart,
Nur. I thinke you are happy in this second match,
Nur. For it excels your first: or if it did not,
Nur. Your first is dead, or 'twere as good he were,
Nur. As liuing here and you no vse of him.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. Speakest thou from thy heart?
Nur. And from my soule too,
Nur. Or else beshrew them both.