ABSTRACT
The Tragicall Historye of Romeus and Juliet 341 And mastrcth all his sences, that he feeleth weale nor woe, And so it burieth up the sprite and living breath, That even the skilfullleche would say, that he is slayne by death. One vertue more it hath, as mervelous as this; The taker by receiving it, at all not greeved is; But painlesse as a man that thinketh nought at all, Into a swete and quiet slepe immediately doth fall; From which, (according to the quanti tie he taketh,) Longer or shorter is the time before the sieper waketh. 2 I 40 And thence (theffect once wrought) agayne it doth restore Him that receaved unto the state, wherin he was before. Wherfore, marke well the ende, of this my tale begonne, And therby learne what is by thee hereafter to be donne. Cast of from thee at once, the weede of womannish dread, With manly courage arme thy selfe, from heele unto the head; For onely on the feare or boldnes of thy brest, The happy happe, or yll mishappe of thy affayre doth rest. Receive this vyoll small, and keepe it as thine eye, And on thy mariage day before the sunne doe cleare the
skye, 2150 Fill it with water full, up to the very brim, Then drinke it of, and thou shalt feele, throughout eche vayne
and lim A pleasant slumber slide, and quite dispred at length, On all thy partes, from every part reve all thy kindly strength. Withouten moving thus thy ydle parts shall rest, No pulse shall goe, ne hart once beate within thy hollow brest, But thou shalt lye as she that dyeth in a traunce: Thy kinsmen, and thy trusty frendes shall wayle the sodain
chaun'ce: Thy corps then will they bring to grave in this church yarde, Where thy forefathers long agoe a costly tombe preparde, 2160 Both for him selfe, and eke for those that should come after, Both deepe it is, and long and large, where thou shall rest my
daughter, Till I to Mantua sende for Romeus, thy knight. Out of the tombe both he and I will take thee forth that night. And when out of thy slepe thou shalt awake agayne, Then mayst thou goe with him from hence, and healed of thy
payne, In Mantua lead with him unknowne a pleasant life, And yet perhaps in time to comme, when cease shall all the strife, And that the peace is made twixt Romeus and his foes,
