Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Man. I do beseech you sir, haue patience:
Man. Your lookes are pale and wild, and do import
Man. Some misaduenture.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. Tush, thou art deceiu'd,
Rom. Leaue me, and do the thing I bid thee do.
Rom. Hast thou no Letters to me from the Frier?
Man. Man.
Man. No my good Lord.
Man. Exit Man.
Rom. No matter: Get thee gone,
Rom. And hyre those Horses, Ile be with thee straight.
Rom. Well Iuliet, I will lie with thee to night:
Rom. Lets see for meanes, O mischiefe thou art swift,
Rom. To enter in the thoughts of desperate men:
Rom. I do remember an Appothecarie,
Rom. And here abouts dwells, which late I noted
Rom. In tattred weeds, with ouerwhelming browes,
Rom. Culling of Simples, meager were his lookes,