Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iuli. Well do not sweare, although I ioy in thee:
Iuli. I haue no ioy of this contract to night,
Iuli. It is too rash, too vnaduis'd, too sudden,
Iuli. Too like the lightning which doth cease to be
Iuli. Ere, one can say, it lightens, Sweete good night:
Iuli. This bud of Loue by Summers ripening breath,
Iuli. May proue a beautious Flower when next we meete:
Iuli. Goodnight, goodnight, as sweete repose and rest,
Iuli. Come to thy heart, as that within my brest.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. O wilt thou leaue me so vnsatisfied?
Iuli. Iuli.
Iuli. What satisfaction can'st thou haue to night?
Ro. Ro.
Ro. Th'exchange of thy Loues faithfull vow for mine.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. I gaue thee mine before thou did'st request it:
Iul. And yet I would it were to giue againe.
Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it,