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340 Romeo and Juliet For on this threed doth hang thy death and eke thy life, My fame or shame, his weale or woe that chose thee to his wyfe. Thou art not ignorant (because CJf such renowne As every where is spred of me, but chefely in this towne,) That in my youthfull dayes abrode I travayled Through every Iande found out by men, by men inhabited. So twenty yeres from home, in Iandes unknowne a gest, I never gave my weary limmes long time of quiet rest, 2100 But in the desert woodes, to beastes of cruell kinde, Or on the seas to drenching waves, at pleasure of the winde, I have committed them to ruth of rovers hand, And to a thousand daungers more by water and by Iande. But not, in vayne (my childe) hath all my wandring byn, Beside the great contentednes my sprite abydeth in, That by the pleasant thought of passed thinges doth grow, One private frute more have I pluckd which thou shalt shortly
