ABSTRACT
The Tragic all Histmye of Romeus and Juliet 3 1 7 The nurce with tricling teares, to witnes inward smart, With holow sigh fetchd from the depth, of her appauled hart, Thus spake to Juliet, yclad with ougly care. Good lady myne, I do not know what makes you thus to fare, Ne yet the cause of yom unmeasurde heavines, But of this one I you assure, for care and sorowes stresse, This hower large and more, I thought (so god me save) That my dead corps should wayte on yours, to your untimely
