ABSTRACT
The Tragicall HislOY)'e of Romeus and Juliet 343 And in confession did I tell of all om passed strife, 22 I o Of Counte Paris sute, and how my lord, my syre, By my ungrate and stubborne stryfe, I styrred unto yre. But lo, the holy fryer hath by his gostly lore, Made me another woman now, then I had been before. By strength of argumentes he charged so my mynde, That (though I sought) no sure defence my serching thought could
