Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fri. Being the time the Potions force should cease.
Fri. But he which bore my Letter, Frier Iohn,
Fri. Was stay'd by accident; and yesternight
Fri. Return'd my Letter backe. Then all alone,
Fri. At the prefixed houre of her waking,
Fri. Came I to take her from her Kindreds vault,
Fri. Meaning to keepe her closely at my Cell,
Fri. Till I conueniently could send to Romeo.
Fri. But when I came (some Minute ere the time
Fri. Of her awaking) heere vntimely lay
Fri. The Noble Paris, and true Romeo dead.
Fri. Shee wakes, and I intreated her come foorth,
Fri. And beare this worke of Heauen, with patience:
Fri. But then, a noyse did scarre me from the Tombe,
Fri. And she (too desperate) would not go with me,
Fri. But (as it seemes) did violence on her selfe.
Fri. All this I know, and to the Marriage her Nurse is priuy:
Fri. And if ought in this miscarried by my fault,
Fri. Let my old life be sacrific'd, some houre before the time,
Fri. Vnto the rigour of seuerest Law.