Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. And what I spake, I spake it to thy face.
Par. Par.
Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slaundred it.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. It may be so, for it is not mine owne.
Iul. Are you at leisure, Holy Father now,
Iul. Or shall I come to you at euening Masse?
Fri. Fri.
Fri. My leisure serues me pensiue daughter now.
Fri. My Lord you must intreat the time alone.
Par. Godsheild: I should disturbe Deuotion,
Par. Iuliet, on Thursday early will I rowse yee,
Par. Till then adue, and keepe this holy kisse.
Par. Exit Paris.
Iul. O shut the doore, and when thou hast done so,
Iul. Come weepe with me, past hope, past care, past helpe.
Fri. O Iuliet, I alreadie know thy griefe,