Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fri. That he should hither come, as this dyre night,
Fri. To helpe to take her from her borrowed graue,
Fri. Being the time the Potions force should cease.
Fri. But he which bore my Letter, Frier Iohn,
Fri. Was stay'd by accident; and yesternight
Fri. Return'd my Letter backe. Then all alone,
Fri. At the prefixed houre of her waking,
Fri. Came I to take her from her Kindreds vault,
Fri. Meaning to keepe her closely at my Cell,
Fri. Till I conueniently could send to Romeo.
Fri. But when I came (some Minute ere the time
Fri. Of her awaking) heere vntimely lay
Fri. The Noble Paris, and true Romeo dead.
Fri. Shee wakes, and I intreated her come foorth,
Fri. And beare this worke of Heauen, with patience:
Fri. But then, a noyse did scarre me from the Tombe,
Fri. And she (too desperate) would not go with me,
Fri. But (as it seemes) did violence on her selfe.
Fri. All this I know, and to the Marriage her Nurse is priuy:
Fri. And if ought in this miscarried by my fault,