Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iuli. My eares haue yet not drunke a hundred words
Iuli. Of thy tongues vttering, yet I know the sound.
Iuli. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
Rom. Rom.
Rom. Neither faire Maid, if either thee dislike.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. How cam'st thou hither.
Iul. Tell me, and wherefore?
Iul. The Orchard walls are high, and hard to climbe,
Iul. And the place death, considering who thou art,
Iul. If any of my kinsmen find thee here,
Rom. With Loues light wings
Rom. Did I ore‑perch these Walls,
Rom. For stony limits cannot hold Loue out,
Rom. And what Loue can do, that dares Loue attempt:
Rom. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
Iul. If they do see thee, they will murther thee.