Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. Iul.
Iul. No no: but all this this did I know before
Iul. What saies he of our marriage? what of that?
Nur. Nur.
Nur. Lord how my head akes, what a head haue I?
Nur. It beates as it would fall in twenty peeces.
Nur. My backe a tother side: o my backe, my backe:
Nur. Beshrew your heart for sending me about
Nur. To catch my death with iaunting vp and downe.
Iul. Ifaith: I am sorrie that thou art so well.
Iul. Sweet sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me what saies my Loue?
Nur. Your Loue saies like an honest Gentleman,
Nur. And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,
Nur. And I warrant a vertuous: where is your Mother?
Iul. Where is my Mother?
Iul. Why she is within, where should she be?
Iul. How odly thou repli'st: