Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. Exeunt.
Iul. [Act 4, Scene 1]
Iul. Enter Frier and Countie Paris.
Fri. Fri.
Fri. On Thursday sir? the time is very short.
Par. Par.
Par. My Father Capulet will haue it so,
Par. And I am nothing slow to slack his hast.
Fri. You say you do not know the Ladies mind?
Fri. Vneuen is the course, I like it not.
Pa. Pa.
Pa. Immoderately she weepes for Tybalts death,
Pa. And therfore haue I little talke of Loue,
Pa. For Venus smiles not in a house of teares.
Pa. Now sir, her Father counts it dangerous
Pa. That she doth giue her sorrow so much sway:
Pa. And in his wisedome, hasts our marriage,
Pa. To stop the inundation of her teares,
Pa. Which too much minded by her selfe alone,