Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. So early waking, what with loathsome smels,
Iul. And shrikes like Mandrakes torne out of the earth,
Iul. That liuing mortalls hearing them, run mad.
Iul. O if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
Iul. Inuironed with all these hidious feares,
Iul. And madly play with my forefathers ioynts?
Iul. And plucke the mangled Tybalt from his shrow'd?
Iul. And in this rage, with some great kinsmans bone,
Iul. As (with a club) dash out my desperate braines.
Iul. O looke, me thinks I see my Cozins Ghost,
Iul. Seeking out Romeo that did spit his body
Iul. Vpon my Rapiers point: stay Tybalt, stay;
Iul. Romeo, Romeo, Romeo, here's drinke: I drinke to thee.
Iul. [Act 4, Scene 4]
Iul. Enter Lady of the house, and Nurse.
Lady. Lady.
Lady. Hold,
Lady. Take these keies, and fetch more spices Nurse.
Nur. Nur.
Nur. They call for Dates and Quinces in the Pastrie.