Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cap. O heauen!
Cap. O wife looke how our Daughter bleedes!
Cap. This Dagger hath mistaine, for loe his house
Cap. Is empty on the backe of Mountague,
Cap. And is misheathed in my Daughters bosome.
Wife. Wife.
Wife. O me, this sight of death, is as a Bell
Wife. That wanes my old age to a Sepulcher.
Wife. Enter Mountague.
Pri. Pri.
Pri. Come Mountague, for thou art early vp
Pri. To see thy Sonne and Heire, now early downe.
Moun. Moun.
Moun. Alas my liege, my wife is dead to night,
Moun. Griefe of my Sonnes exile hath stopt her breath:
Moun. What further woe conspires against my age?
Prin. Prin.
Prin. Looke: and thou shalt see.
Moun. O thou vntaught, what manners in is this,