Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pa. To stop the inundation of her teares,
Pa. Which too much minded by her selfe alone,
Pa. May be put from her by societie.
Pa. Now doe you know the reason of this hast?
Fri. Fri.
Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
Fri. Looke sir, here comes the Lady towards my Cell.
Fri. Enter Iuliet.
Par. Par.
Par. Happily met, my Lady and my wife.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. That may be sir, when I may be a wife.
Par. That may be, must be Loue, on Thursday next.
Iul. What must be shall be.
Fri. That's a certaine text.
Par. Come you to make confession to this Father?