Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. Else would a Maiden blush bepaint my cheeke,
Iul. For that which thou hast heard me speake to night,
Iul. Faine would I dwell on forme, faine, faine, denie
Iul. What I haue spoke, but farewell Complement,
Iul. Doest thou Loue? I know thou wilt say I,
Iul. And
Iul. The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet.
Iul. And I will take thy word, yet if thou swear'st,
Iul. Thou maiest proue false: at Louers periuries
Iul. They say Ioue laught, oh gentle Romeo,
Iul. If thou dost Loue, pronounce it faithfully:
Iul. Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne,
Iul. Ile frowne and be peruerse, and say thee nay,
Iul. So thou wilt wooe: But else not for the world.
Iul. In truth faire Mountague I am too fond:
Iul. And therefore thou maiest thinke my behauiour light,
Iul. But trust me Gentleman, Ile proue more true,
Iul. Then those that haue coying to be strange,
Iul. I should haue beene more strange, I must confesse,
Iul. But that thou ouer heard'st ere I was ware