Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rom. Then with that hand that cut thy youth in twaine,
Rom. To sunder his that was thy enemie?
Rom. Forgiue me Cozen. Ah deare Iuliet:
Rom. Why art thou yet so faire? I will beleeu,
Rom. Shall I beleeue, that vnsubstantiall death is amorous?
Rom. And that the leane abhorred Monster keepes
Rom. Thee here in darke to be his Paramour?
Rom. For feare of that, I still will stay with thee,
Rom. And neuer from this Pallace of dym night
Rom. Depart againe: come lie thou in my armes,
Rom. Heere's to thy health, where ere thou tumblest in.
Rom. O true Appothecarie!
Rom. Thy drugs are quicke. Thus with a kisse I die.
Rom. Depart againe; here, here will I remaine,
Rom. With Wormes that are thy Chambermaides: O here
Rom. Will I set vp my euerlasting rest:
Rom. And shake the yoke of inauspicious starres
Rom. From this world‑wearied flesh: Eyes looke your last:
Rom. Armes take your last embrace: And lips, O you
Rom. The doores of breath, seale with a righteous kisse