Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rom. A datelesse bargaine to ingrossing death:
Rom. Come bitter conduct, come vnsauory guide,
Rom. Thou desperate Pilot, now at once run on
Rom. The dashing Rocks, thy Sea‑sicke wearie Barke:
Rom. Heere's to my Loue. O true Appothecary:
Rom. gg2
Rom. Thy
Rom. The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet.
Rom. Thy drugs are quicke. Thus with a kisse I die.
Rom. Enter Frier with a Lanthorne, Crow, and Spade.
Fri. Fri.
Fri. St. Saint Francis be my speed, how oft to night
Fri. Haue my old feet stumbled at graues? Who's there?
Man. Man.
Man. Here's one, a Friend, & one that knowes you well.
Fri. Blisse be vpon you. Tell me good my Friend
Fri. What Torch is yond that vainely lends his light
Fri. To grubs, and eyelesse Sculles? As I discerne,
Fri. It burneth in the Capels Monument.