Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. Or bid me go into a new made graue,
Iul. And hide me with a dead man in his graue,
Iul. Things that to heare them told, haue made me tremble,
Iul. And I will doe it without feare or doubt,
Iul. To liue an vnstained wife to my sweet Loue.
Fri. Fri.
Fri. Hold then: goe home, be merrie, giue consent,
Fri. To marrie Paris: wensday is to morrow,
Fri. To morrow night looke that thou lie alone,
Fri. Let not thy Nurse lie with thee in thy Chamber:
Fri. Take thou this Violl being then in bed,
Fri. And this distilling liquor drinke thou off,
Fri. When presently through all thy veines shall run,
Fri. A cold and drowsie humour: for no pulse
Fri. Shall keepe his natiue progresse, but surcease:
Fri. No warmth, no breath shall testifie thou liuest,
Fri. The Roses in thy lips and cheekes shall fade
Fri. To many ashes, the eyes windowes fall
Fri. Like death when he shut vp the day of life:
Fri. Each part depriu'd of supple gouernment,