Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Prince. Will they not heare? What hoe, you Men, you Beasts,
Prince. That quench the fire of your pernitious Rage,
Prince. With purple Fountaines issuing from your Veines:
Prince. On paine of Torture, from those bloody hands
Prince. Throw your mistemper'd Weapons to the ground,
Prince. And heare the Sentence of your mooued Prince.
Prince. Three ciuill Broyles, bred of an Ayery word,
Prince. By thee old Capulet and Mountague,
Prince. Haue thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
Prince. And made Verona's ancient Citizens
Prince. Cast by their Graue beseeming Ornaments,
Prince. To wield old Partizans, in hands as old,
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Prince. Cankred
Prince. The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet.
Prince. Cankred with peace, to part your Cankred hate,
Prince. If euer you disturbe our streets againe,
Prince. Your liues shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
Prince. For this time all the rest depart away:
Prince. You Capulet shall goe along with me,