Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fri. Fri.
Fri. Hold thy desperate hand:
Fri. Art thou a man? thy forme cries out thou art:
Fri. Thy teares are womanish, thy wild acts denote
Fri. The vnreasonable Furie of a beast.
Fri. Vnseemely woman, in a seeming man,
Fri. And ill beseeming beast in seeming both,
Fri. Thou hast amaz'd me. By my holy order,
Fri. I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
Fri. Hast thou slaine Tybalt? wilt thou slay thy selfe?
Fri. And slay thy Lady, that in thy life lies,
Fri. By doing damned hate vpon thy selfe?
Fri. Why rayl'st thou on thy birth? the heauen and earth?
Fri. Since
Fri. The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet.
Fri. Since birth, and heauen and earth, all three do meete
Fri. In thee at once, which thou at once would'st loose.
Fri. Fie, fie, thou sham'st thy shape, thy loue, thy wit,
Fri. Which like a Vsurer abound'st in all:
Fri. And vsest none in that true vse indeed,