Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. And there I am, where is my Romeo?
Fri. Fri.
Fri. I heare some noyse Lady, come from that nest
Fri. Of death, contagion, and vnnaturall sleepe,
Fri. A greater power then we can contradict
Fri. Hath thwarted our entents, come, come away,
Fri. Thy husband in thy bosome there lies dead:
Fri. And Paris too: come Ile dispose of thee,
Fri. Among a Sisterhood of holy Nunnes:
Fri. Stay not to question, for the watch is comming.
Fri. Come, go good Iuliet, I dare no longer stay.
Fri. Exit.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. Go get thee hence, for I will notuaway not away ,
Iul. What's here? A cup clos'd in my true lo:es loues hand?
Iul. Poyson I see hath bin his timelesse end
Iul. O churle, drinke all? and left no friendly drop,
Iul. To helpe me after, I will kisse thy lips,
Iul. Happlie some poyson yet doth hang on them,
Iul. To make me die with a restoratiue.