Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fri. To grubs, and eyelesse Sculles? As I discerne,
Fri. It burneth in the Capels Monument.
Man. Man.
Man. It doth so holy sir,
Man. And there's my Master, one that you loue.
Fri. Fri.
Fri. Who is it?
Man. Romeo.
Fri. How long hath he bin there?
Man. Full halfe an houre.
Fri. Go with me to the Vault.
Man. I dare not Sir.
Man. My Master knowes not but I am gone hence,
Man. And fearefully did menace me with death,
Man. If I did stay to looke on his entents.