Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rom. Enter Romeo's man.
Rom. Newes from Verona, how now Balthazer?
Rom. Dost thou not bring me Letters from the Frier?
Rom. How doth my Lady? Is my Father well?
Rom. How doth my Lady Iuliet? that I aske againe,
Rom. For nothing can be ill, is she be well.
Man. Man.
Man. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill.
Man. Her body sleepes in Capels Monument,
Man. And her immortall part with Angels liue,
Man. I saw her laid low in her kindreds Vault,
Man. And presently tooke Poste to tell it you:
Man. O pardon me for bringing these ill newes,
Man. Since you did leaue it for my office Sir.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. Is it euen so?
Rom. Then I denie you Starres.
Rom. Thou knowest my lodging, get me inke and paper,
Rom. And hire Post‑Horses, I will hence to night.