ABSTRACT
Romeo and Juliet Or is my loyalte of both accompted lesse? Perhaps thou fcarst lest I for gayne, forsake thee in distresse? What, hath my bewty now, no powre at all on you, Whose brightnes, force, and praise somtime, up to the skyes you
blew? My teares, my frendship and my pleasures donne of olde, Shall they be quite forgote in dede? When Romeus dyd
behold 1630 The wildnes of her looke, her cooler pale and ded, The woorst of all that might betyde to her, he gan to dred, And once agayne he dyd in armes his Juliet take, And kist her with a loving kysse. And thus to her he spake.
