Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fri. That's my good Son, but wher hast thou bin then?
Rom. Rom.
Rom. Ile tell thee ere thou aske it me agen:
Rom. I haue beene feasting with mine enemie,
Rom. Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,
Rom. That's by me wounded: both our remedies
Rom. Within thy helpe and holy phisicke lies:
Rom. I beare no hatred, blessed man: for loe
Rom. My intercession likewise steads my foe.
Fri. Fri.
Fri. Be plaine good Son, rest homely in thy drift,
Fri. Ridling confession, findes but ridling shrift.
Rom. Then plainly know my hearts deare Loue is set,
Rom. On the faire daughter of rich Capulet:
Rom. As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
Rom. And all combin'd, saue what thou must combine
Rom. By holy marriage: when and where, and how,
Rom. We met, we wooed, and made exchange of vow:
Rom. Ile tell thee as we passe, but this I pray,