Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Nur. Must climde a birds nest Soone when it is darke:
Nur. I am the drudge, and toile in your delight:
Nur. But you shall beare the burthen soone at night.
Nur. Go Ile to dinner, hie you to the Cell.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. Hie to high Fortune, honest Nurse, farewell.
Iul. Exeunt.
Iul. [Act 2, Scene 6]
Iul. Enter Frier and Romeo.
Fri. Fri.
Fri. So smile the heauens vpon this holy act,
Fri. That after houres, with sorrow chide vs not.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. Amen, amen, but come what sorrow can,
Rom. It cannot counteruaile the exchange of ioy
Rom. That one short minute giues me in her sight:
Rom. Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
Rom. Then Loue‑deuouring death do what he dare,
Rom. It is inough. I may but call her mine.