Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rom. Beauty too rich for vse, for earth too deare:
Rom. So shewes a Snowy Doue trooping with Crowes,
Rom. As yonder Lady ore her fellowes showes;
Rom. The measure done, Ile watch her place of stand,
Rom. And touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Rom. Did
Rom. The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet.
Rom. Did my heart loue till now, forsweare it sight,
Rom. For I neuer saw true Beauty till this night.
Tib. Tib.
Tib. This by his voice, should be a Mountague.
Tib. Fetch me my Rapier Boy, what dares the slaue
Tib. Come hither couer'd with an antique face,
Tib. To fleere and scorne at our Solemnitie?
Tib. Now by the stocke and Honour of my kin,
Tib. To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.
Cap. Cap.
Cap. Why how now kinsman,
Cap. Wherefore storme you so?