Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mer. O Romeo that she were, O that she were
Mer. An open, or thou a Poprin Peare,
Mer. Romeo goodnight, Ile to my Truckle bed,
Mer. This Field bed is to cold for me to sleepe,
Mer. Come shall we go?
Ben. Ben.
Ben. Go then, for 'tis in vaine to seeke him here
Ben. That meanes not to be found.
Ben. Exeunt.
Ben. [Act 2, Scene 2]
Rom. Rom.
Rom. He ieasts at Scarres that neuer felt a wound,
Rom. But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
Rom. It is the East, and Iuliet is the Sunne,
Rom. Arise faire Sun and kill the enuious Moone,
Rom. Who is already sicke and pale with griefe,
Rom. That thou her Maid art far more faire then she:
Rom. Be not her Maid since she is enuious,
Rom. Her Vestal liuery is but sicke and greene,
Rom. And none but fooles do weare it, cast it off: