Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rom. Nor bid th'incounter of assailing eyes.
Rom. Nor open her lap to Sainct‑seducing Gold:
Rom. O she is rich in beautie, onely poore,
Rom. That when she dies, with beautie dies her store.
Ben. Ben.
Ben. Then she hath sworne, that she will still liue chast?
Rom. Rom.
Rom. She hath, and in that sparing make huge wast?
Rom. For beauty steru'd with her seuerity,
Rom. Cuts beauty off from all posteritie.
Rom. She
Rom. The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet.
Rom. She is too faire, too wisewi: sely wise: wisely too faire,
Rom. To merit blisse by making me dispaire:
Rom. She hath forsworne to loue, and in that vow
Rom. Do I liue dead, that liue to tell it now.
Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to thinke of her.
Rom. O teach me how I should forget to thinke.