ABSTRACT
Whilst Juliet slept, and whilst the other wepen thus, Our fryer Lawrence hath by this, sent one to Romeus, A frier of his house, there never was a better, He trusted him even as himselfe, to whom he gave a letter, In which, he written had, of every thing at length, That past twixt Juliet and him, and of the powders strength; The next night after that, he willeth him to comme To helpe to take his Juliet out of the hollow toombe, 2480 For by that time, the drinke, he saith, will cease to woorke, And for one night his wife and he within his cell shall loorke. Then shall he cary her to Mantua away, (Till fickell Fortune favour him) disguisde in mans aray.
