Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Nur. Nur.
Nur. This afternoone sir? well she shall be there.
Ro. Ro.
Ro. And stay thou good Nurse behind the Abbey wall,
Ro. Within this houre my man shall be with thee,
Ro. And bring thee Cords made like a tackled staire,
Ro. Which to the high top gallant of my ioy,
Ro. Must be my conuoy in the secret night.
Ro. Farewell, be trustie and Ile quite thy paines:
Ro. Farewell, commend me to thy Mistresse.
Nur. Now God in heauen blesse thee: harke you sir,
Rom. Rom.
Rom. What saist thou my deare Nurse?
Nurse. Nurse.
Nurse. Is your man secret, did you nere heare say two
Nurse. may keepe counsell putting one away.
Ro. Warrant thee my man is true as steele.