Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Nur. The day is broke, be wary, looke about.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. Then window let day in, and let life out.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. Farewell, farewell, one kisse and Ile descend.
Iul. Art thou gone so? Loue, Lord, ay Husband, Friend,
Iul. I must heare from thee euery day in the houre,
Iul. For in a minute there are many dayes,
Iul. O by this count I shall be much in yeares,
Iul. Ere I againe behold my Romeo.
Rom. Farewell:
Rom. I will omit no oportunitie,
Rom. That may conuey my greetings Loue, to thee.
Iul. O thinkest thou we shall euer meet againe?
Rom. I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serue
Rom. For sweet discourses in our time to come.