Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fri. It streames me past the compasse of my wits:
Fri. I heare thou must and nothing may prorogue it,
Fri. On Thursday next be married to this Countie.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. Tell me not Frier that thou hearest of this,
Iul. Vnlesse thou tell me how I may preuent it:
Iul. If in thy wisedome, thou canst giue no helpe,
Iul. Do thou but call my resolution wise,
Iul. And with' his knife, Ile helpe it presently.
Iul. God ioyn'd my heart, and Romeos, thou our hands,
Iul. And ere this hand by thee to Romeo seal'd:
Iul. Shall be the Labell to another Deede,
Iul. Or my true heart with trecherous reuolt,
Iul. Turne to another, this shall slay them both:
Iul. Therefore out of thy long expetien'st experien'st time,
Iul. Giue me some present counsell, or behold
Iul. Twixt my extreames and me, this bloody knife
Iul. Shall play the vmpeere, arbitrating that,
Iul. Which the commission of thy yeares and art,
Iul. Could to no issue of true honour bring: