Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fri. Like death when he shut vp the day of life:
Fri. Each part depriu'd of supple gouernment,
Fri. Shall stiffe and starke, and cold appeare like death,
Fri. And in this borrowed likenesse of shrunke death
Fri. Thou shalt continue two and forty houres,
Fri. And then awake, as from a pleasant sleepe.
Fri. Now when the Bridegroome in the morning comes,
Fri. To rowse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
Fri. Then as the manner of our country is,
Fri. In thy best Robes vncouer'd on the Beere,
Fri. Be borne to buriall in thy kindreds graue:
Fri. Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault,
Fri. Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie,
Fri. In the meane time against thou shalt awake,
Fri. Shall Romeo by my Letters know our drift,
Fri. And hither shall he come, and that very night
Fri. Shall Romeo beare thee hence to Mantua.
Fri. And this shall free thee from this present shame,
Fri. If no inconstant toy nor womanish feare,
Fri. Abate thy valour in the acting it.