Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Merc. And on my life hath stolne him home to bed.
Ben. Ben.
Ben. He ran this way and leapt this Orchard wall.
Ben. Call good Mercutio:
Ben. Nay, Ile coniure too.
Ben. Mer.
Ben. The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet.
Mer. Mer.
Mer. Romeo, Humours, Madman, Passion, Louer,
Mer. Appeare thou in the likenesse of a sigh,
Mer. Speake but one rime, and I am satisfied:
Mer. Cry me but ay me, Prouant, but Loue and day,
Mer. Speake to my goship Venus one faire word,
Mer. One Nickname for her purblind Sonne and her,
Mer. Young Abraham Cupid he that shot so true,
Mer. When King Cophetua lou'd the begger Maid,
Mer. He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moueth not,
Mer. The Ape is dead, I must coniure him,
Mer. I coniure thee by Rosalines bright eyes,
Mer. By her High forehead, and her Scarlet lip,