Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rom. She speakes.
Rom. Oh speake againe bright Angell, for thou art
Rom. As glorious to this night being ore my head,
Rom. As is a winged messenger of heauen
Rom. Vnto the white vpturned wondring eyes
Rom. Of mortalls that fall backe to gaze on him,
Rom. When he bestrides the lazie puffing Cloudes,
Rom. And sailes vpon the bosome of the ayre.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Iul. Denie thy Father and refuse thy name:
Iul. Or if thou wilt not, be but sworne my Loue,
Iul. And Ile no longer be a Capulet.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. Shall I heare more, or shall I speake at this?
Iu. Iu.
Iu. 'Tis but thy name that is my Enemy:
Iu. Thou art thy selfe, though not a Mountague,
Iu. What's Mountague? it is nor hand nor foote,
Iu. Nor arme, nor face, O be some other name