Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rom. Hath beene my Cozin: O Sweet Iuliet,
Rom. Thy Beauty hath made me Effeminate,
Rom. And in my temper softned Valours steele.
Rom. Enter Benuolio.
Ben. Ben.
Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, braue Mercutio's is dead,
Ben. That Gallant spirit hath aspir'd the Cloudes,
Ben. Which too vntimely here did scorne the earth.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. This daies blacke Fate, on mo daies doth depend,
Rom. This but begins, the wo others must end.
Rom. Enter Tybalt.
Ben. Here comes the Furious Tybalt backe againe.
Rom. He gon in triumph, and Mercutio slaine?
Rom. Away to heauen respectiue Lenitie,
Rom. And fire and Fury, be my conduct now.
Rom. Now Tybalt take the Villaine backe againe
Rom. That late thou gau'st me, for Mercutios soule