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But to the end I may fet all your hartes at reft,
And pluck out all the fcrupuls that are rooted in your brest,
I fweare by yonder heavens, whither I hope to clym,
Of this moft wofull tragedy, and shew both thend and fourse
With strong and patient hart dyd yelde them felfe to cruell death:
And of theyr promyft frendshippes fayth foftedy was the troth."
Even from the firft, of Romeus and Juliets amours;
How first by fodayn fight the one the other chose,
And twixt them felfe dyd knitte the knotte which onely death might lofe ;
And how, within a while, with hotter love oppreft,
Under confeffions cloke, to him themfelfe they have addreft;
And how with folemne othes they have protefted both,
That they in hart are maried by promife and by othe;
And that except he graunt the rytes of church to geve,
They fhal be forft by earnest love in finneful ftate to live:
Which thing when he had wayde, and when he understoode
That the agreement twixt them twayne was lawfull, honeft, good,
And all thinges peyfed well, it seemed meet to bee
(For lyke they were of noblenesse, age, riches, and degree);
Hoping that fo at length ended might be the ftryfe
Of Montagew and Capelets, that led in hate theyr lyfe,
Thinking to woorke a worke well-pleafing in Gods fight,
In fecret fhrift he wedded them; and they the felfe fame night
Made up the mariage in houfe of Capilet,
As well doth know (if she be afkt) the nurce of Juliet.
He told how Romeus fled for reving Tybalts lyfe,
And how, the whilft, Paris the earle was offred to his wife;
And how to fhrift unto his church the came to him agayne;
The hidden artes which he delighted in, in youth,
His foule to be spotted fomdeale with small and easy cryme,
Murther her felfe, and daunger much her feely foule by death:
A certain powder gave he her, that made her flepe fo fure,
Of whom he knoweth not as yet, what is become;
And how that dead he found his frend within her kindreds tombe.
Defyrous to accompany her lover after death;
And how they could not fave her, fo they were afeard,
And hidde themfelfe, dreading the noyfe of watchmen, that they heard. And for the proofe of this his tale, he doth defyer
The judge to fend forthwith to Mantua for the fryer,
To learne his cause of stay, and eke to read his letter;
And, more befide, to thend that they might judge his caufe the better, He prayeth them depofe the nurce of Juliet,
And Romeus man, whom at unawares befyde the tombe he met.
Then Peter, not fo much, as erft he was, difmayd:
My lordes, quoth he, too true is all that fryer Laurence fayd.
Which he him felfe dyd write, as I do understand,
The opened packet doth conteyne in it the fame
That erft the skilfull fryer faid; and eke the wretches name
The price of it, and why he bought his letters plaine have tolde.
The cafe unfolded fo and open now it lyes,
That they could with no better proofe, save seeing it with theyr eyes › So orderly all thinges were tolde, and tryed out,
That in the preafe there was not one that stoode at all in doute.
The wyfer fort, to counfell called by Efcalus,
Here geven advice, and Efcalus fagely decreeth thus:
The nurfe of Juliet is banisht in her age,
Because that from the parentes fhe dyd hyde the mariage,
Which might have wrought much good had it in time been knowne,
In woonted freedome had good leave to lead his lyfe in reft a
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Thapothecary high is hanged by the throte,
And, for the paynes he tooke with him, the hangman had his cotes
Of fryer Lawrence thus araynde, that good barefooted fryre?
Because that many time he woorthily did serve
The common welth, and in his lyfe was never found to fwerve,
Did feem to blot or touch at all the honour of his name.
But of himselfe he went into an hermitage,
Two miles from Veron towne, where he in prayers past forth his age;
Fyve years he lived an hermite, and an hermite dyd he dye.
Great ftore of cunning epitaphes, in honor of theyr death.
Imprinted at London in Fleete Strete within Temble bar, at the
Breval fays in his Travels, 1726, that when he was at Verona, his guide fhewed him an old building, then converted into a house for orphans, in which the tomb of these unhappy lovers had been; but it was then deftroyed. MALONE.