Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. Be not so long to speak, I long to die,
Iul. If what thou speakst, speake not of remedy.
Fri. Fri.
Fri. Hold Daughter, I doe spie a kind of hope,
Fri. Which craues as desperate an execution,
Fri. As that is desperate which we would preuent.
Fri. If rather then to marrie Countie Paris
Fri. Thou hast the strength of will to stay thy selfe,
Fri. Then is it likely thou wilt vndertake
Fri. A thing like death to chide away this shame,
Fri. That coap'st with death himselfe, to scape fro it:
Fri. And if thou dar'st, Ile giue thee remedie.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. Oh bid me leape, rather then marrie Paris,
Iul. From of the Battlements of any Tower,
Iul. Or walke in theeuish waies, or bid me lurke
Iul. Where Serpents are: chaine me with roaring Beares
Iul. Or hide me nightly in a Charnell house,
Iul. Orecouered quite with dead mens ratling bones,
Iul. With reckie shankes and yellow chappels sculls: