Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iuli. It is the Larke that sings so out of tune,
Iuli. Straining harsh Discords, and vnpleasing Sharpes.
Iuli. Some say the Larke makes sweete Diuision;
Iuli. This doth not so: for she diuideth vs.
Iuli. Some say, the Larke and loathed Toad change eyes,
Iuli. O now I would they had chang'd voyces too:
Iuli. Since
Iuli. The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet.
Iuli. Since arme from arme that voyce doth vs affray,
Iuli. Hunting thee hence, with Hunt s‑vp to the day,
Iuli. O now be gone, more light and it light growes.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. More light & light, more darke & darke our woes.
Rom. Enter Madam and Nurse.
Nur. Nur.
Nur. Madam.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. Nurse.
Nur. Your Lady Mother is comming to your chamber,