Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ben. Weele measure them with a Measure, and be gone.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. Giue me a Torch, I am not for this ambling.
Rom. Being but heauy I will beare the light.
Mer. Mer.
Mer. Nay gentle Romeo, we must haue you dance.
Rom. Not I beleeue me, you haue dancing shooes
Rom. With nimble soles, I haue a soale of Lead
Rom. So stakes me to the ground, I cannot moue.
Mer. You are a Louer, borrow Cupids wings,
Mer. And soare with them aboue a common bound.
Rom. I am too sore enpearced with his shaft,
Rom. To soare with his light feathers, and to bound:
Rom. I cannot bound a pitch aboue dull woe,
Rom. Vnder loues heauy burthen doe I sinke.
Hora. Hora.
Hora. And to sinke in it should you burthen loue,