Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rom. Mer. Tut,
Rom. The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet.
Mer. Mer.
Mer. Tut, duns the Mouse, the Constables owne word,
Mer. If thou art dun, weele draw thee from the mire.
Mer. Or saue your reuerence loue, wherein thou stickest
Mer. Vp to the eares, come we burne day‑light ho.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. Nay that's not so.
Mer. I meane sir I delay,
Mer. We wast our lights in vaine, lights, lights, by day;
Mer. Take our good meaning, for our Iudgement sits
Mer. Fiue times in that, ere once in our fiue wits.
Rom. And we meane well in going to this Maske,
Rom. But 'tis no wit to go.
Mer. Why may one aske?