Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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La. La.
La. Well Girle, thou weep'st not so much for his death,
La. As that the Villaine liues which slaughter'd him.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. What Villaine, Madam?
Lad. Lad.
Lad. That same Villaine Romeo.
Iul. Villaine and he, be many Miles assunder:
Iul. God pardon, I doe with all my heart:
Iul. And yet no man like he, doth grieue my heart.
Lad. That is because the Traitor liues.
Iul. I Madam from the reach of these my hands:
Iul. Would none but I might venge my Cozins death.
Lad. We will haue vengeance for it, feare thou not.
Lad. Then weepe no more, Ile send to one in Mantua,
Lad. Where that same banisht Run‑agate doth liue,