Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rom. Why I descend into this bed of death,
Rom. Is partly to behold my Ladies face:
Rom. But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger,
Rom. A precious Ring, a Ring that I must vse,
Rom. In deare employment, therefore hence be gone:
Rom. But if thou iealous dost returne to prie
Rom. In what I further shall intend to do,
Rom. By heauen I will teare thee ioynt by ioynt,
Rom. And strew this hungry Churchyard with thy limbs:
Rom. The time, and my intents are sauage wilde:
Rom. More fierce and more inexorable farre,
Rom. Them emptie Tygers, or the roaring Sea.
Pet. Pet.
Pet. I will be gone sir, and not trouble you
Ro. Ro.
Ro. So shalt thou shew me friendship: take thou that,
Ro. Liue and be prosperous, and farewell good fellow.
Pet. For all this same, Ile hide me here about,
Pet. His lookes I feare, and his intents I doubt.