Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fri. I will be briefe, for my short date of breath
Fri. Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
Fri. Romeo there dead, was husband to that Iuliet,
Fri. And she there dead, that's Romeos faithfull wife:
Fri. I
Fri. The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet.
Fri. I married them; and their stolne marriage day
Fri. Was Tybalts Doomesday: whose vntimely death
Fri. Banish'd the new‑made Bridegroome from this Citie:
Fri. For whom (and not for Tybalt) Iuliet pinde.
Fri. You, to remoue that siege of Greefe from her,
Fri. Betroth'd, and would haue married her perforce
Fri. To Countie Paris. Then comes she to me,
Fri. And (with wilde lookes) bid me deuise some meanes
Fri. To rid her from this second Marriage,
Fri. Or in my Cell there would she kill her selfe.
Fri. Then gaue I her (so Tutor'd by my Art)
Fri. A sleeping Potion, which so tooke effect
Fri. As I intended, for it wrought on her
Fri. The forme of death. Meane time, I writ to Romeo,