Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ben. Ben.
Ben. Tut, you saw her faire, none else being by,
Ben. Herselfe poys'd with herselfe in either eye:
Ben. But in that Christall scales, let there be waid,
Ben. Your Ladies loue against some other Maid
Ben. That I will show you, shining at this Feast,
Ben. And she shew scant shell, well, that now shewes best.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. Ile goe along, no such sight to be showne,
Rom. But to reioyce in splendor of mine owne.
Rom. [Act 1, Scene 3]
Rom. Enter Capulets Wife and Nurse.
Wife. Wife.
Wife. Nurse wher's my daughter? call her forth to me.
Nurse. Nurse.
Nurse. Now by my Maidenhead, at twelue yeare old
Nurse. I bad her come, what Lamb: what Ladi‑bird, God forbid,
Nurse. Where's this Girle? what Iuliet?
Nurse. Enter Iuliet.
Iuliet. Iuliet.