Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. Too early seene, vnknowne, and knowne too late,
Iul. Prodigious birth of Loue it is to me,
Iul. That I must loue a loathed Enemie.
Nur. Nur.
Nur. What's this? whats this?
Iul. Iul.
Iul. A rime, I learne euen now
Iul. Of one I dan'st withall.
Iul. One cals within, Iuliet.
Nur. Anon, anon:
Nur. Come let's away, the strangers all are gone.
Nur. Exeunt.
Chorus. Chorus.
Chorus. Now old desire doth in his death bed lie,
Chorus. And yong affection gapes to be his Hei,
Chorus. That faire, for which Loue gron'd for and would die,
Chorus. With tender Iuliet matcht, is now not faire.
Chorus. Now Romeo is beloued, and Loues againe,
Chorus. A like bewitched by the charme of lookes: