Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mu. Mu.
Mu. What a pestilent knaue is this same?
M. 2. M. 2.
M. 2. Hang him Iacke, come weele in here, tarrie for
M. 2. the Mourners, and stay dinner.
M. 2. Exit.
M. 2. [Act 5, Scene 1]
M. 2. Enter Romeo.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleepe,
Rom. My dreames presage some ioyfull newes at hand:
Rom. My bosomes L. Lord sits lightly in his throne:
Rom. And all thisan day an vnaccustom'd spirit,
Rom. Lifts me aboue the ground with cheerefull thoughts.
Rom. I dreamt my Lady came and found me dead,
Rom. (Strange dreame that giues a dead man leaue to thinke,)
Rom. And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips,
Rom. That I reuiud and was an Emperour.
Rom. Ah me, how sweet is loue it selfe possest,
Rom. When but loues shadowes are so rich in ioy.