Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pa. O woe, thy Canopie is dust and stones,
Pa. Which with sweet water nightly I will dewe,
Pa. Or wanting that, with teares destil'd by mones;
Pa. The obsequies that I for thee will keepe,
Pa. Nightly shall be, to strew thy graue, and weepe.
Pa. Whistle Boy.
Pa. The Boy giues warning, something doth approach,
Pa. What cursed foot wanders this wayes to night,
Pa. To crosse my obsequies, and true loues right?
Pa. What with a Torch? Muffle me night a while.
Pa. Enter Romeo, and Peter.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. Giue me that Mattocke, & the wrenching Iron,
Rom. Hold take this Letter, early in the morning
Rom. See thou deliuer it to my Lord and Father,
Rom. Giue me the light; vpon thy life I charge thee,
Rom. What ere thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloofe,
Rom. And do not interrupt me in my course.
Rom. Why I descend into this bed of death,
Rom. Is partly to behold my Ladies face: