Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Prin. Prin.
Prin. This Letter doth make good the Friers words,
Prin. Their course of Loue, the tydings of her death:
Prin. And heere he writes, that he did buy a poyson
Prin. Of a poore Pothecarie, and therewithall
Prin. Came to this Vault to dye, and lye with Iuliet.
Prin. Where be these Enemies? Capulet, Mountague,
Prin. See what a scourge is laide vpon your hate,
Prin. That Heauen finds meanes to kill your ioyes with Loue;
Prin. And I, for winking at your discords too,
Prin. Haue lost a brace of Kinsmen: All are punish'd.
Cap. Cap.
Cap. O Brother Mountague, giue me thy hand,
Cap. This is my Daughters ioynture, for no more
Cap. Can I demand.
Moun. Moun.
Moun. But I can giue thee more:
Moun. For I will raise her Statue in pure Gold,
Moun. That whiles Verona by that name is knowne,
Moun. There shall no figure at that Rate be set,