Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. Why she is within, where should she be?
Iul. How odly thou repli'st:
Iul. Your Loue saies like an honest Gentleman:
Iul. Where is your Mother?
Nur. Nur.
Nur. O Gods Lady deare,
Nur. Are you so hot? marrie come vp I trow,
Nur. Is this the Poultis for my aking bones?
Nur. Henceforward do your messages your selfe.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. Heere's such a coile, come what saies Romeo?
Nur. Haue you got leaue to go to shrift to day?
Iul. I haue.
Nur. Then high you hence to Frier Lawrence Cell,
Nur. There staies a Husband to make you a wife:
Nur. Now comes the wanton bloud vp in your cheekes,
Nur. Thei'le be in Scarlet straight at any newes: