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The Tragedie of Romeo and Juliet Page: 44
Therefore haue done, some griefe shewes much of Loue,
But much of griefe, shewes still some want of wit
Iul. Yet let me weepe, for such a feeling losse
Lad. So shall you feele the losse, but not the Friend
Which you weepe for
Iul. Feeling so the losse,
I cannot chuse but euer weepe the Friend
La. Well Girle, thou weep'st not so much for his death,
As that the Villaine liues which slaughter'd him
Iul. What Villaine, Madam?
Lad. That same Villaine Romeo
Iul. Villaine and he, be many miles assunder:
God pardon, I doe with all my heart:
And yet no man like he, doth grieue my heart
Lad. That is because the Traitor liues
Iul. I Madam from the reach of these my hands:
Would none but I might venge my Cozins death
Lad. We will haue vengeance for it, feare thou not.
Then weepe no more, Ile send to one in Mantua,
Where that same banisht Run-agate doth liue,
Shall giue him such an vnaccustom'd dram,
That he shall soone keepe Tybalt company:
And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied
Iul. Indeed I neuer shall be satisfied
With Romeo, till I behold him. Dead
Is my poore heart so for a kinsman vext:
Madam, if you could find out but a man
To beare a poyson, I would temper it;
That Romeo should vpon receit thereof,
Soone sleepe in quiet. O how my heart abhors
To heare him nam'd, and cannot come to him,
To wreake the Loue I bore my Cozin,
Vpon his body that hath slaughter'd him
Mo. Find thou the meanes, and Ile find such a man.
But now Ile tell thee ioyfull tidings Gyrle
Iul. And ioy comes well, in such a needy time,
What are they, beseech your Ladyship?
Mo. Well, well, thou hast a carefull Father Child?
One who to put thee from thy heauinesse,
Hath sorted out a sudden day of ioy,
That thou expects not, nor I lookt not for
Iul. Madam in happy time, what day is this?
Mo. Marry my Child, early next Thursday morne,
The gallant, young, and Noble Gentleman,
The Countie Paris at Saint Peters Church,
Shall happily make thee a ioyfull Bride
Iul. Now by Saint Peters Church, and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a ioyfull Bride.
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