Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fri. For nought so vile, that on earth doth liue,
Fri. But to the earth some speciall good doth giue.
Fri. Nor ought so good, but strain'd from that faire vse,
Fri. Reuolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.
Fri. Vertue it selfe turnes vice being misapplied,
Fri. And vice sometime by action dignified.
Fri. Enter Romeo.
Fri. Within the infant rin'd of this weake flower,
Fri. Poyson hath residence, and medicine power:
Fri. For this being smelt, with that part cheares each part,
Fri. Being tasted slayes all sences with the heart.
Fri. Two such opposed Kings encampe them still,
Fri. In man as well as Hearbes, grace and rude will:
Fri. And where the worser is predominant,
Fri. Full soone the Canker death eates vp that Plant.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. Good morrow Father.
Fri. Fri.
Fri. Benedecite.
Fri. What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?