of Romeo and Iuliet.
And I for winking at your diſcords too,
Haue loſt a braſe of Kinſmen, all are punſht.
Cap. O brother Mountague, giue me thy hand,
This is my daughters ioynture, for no more
Can I demand.
Moun. But I can giue thee more,
For I will rayſe her ſtatue in pure gold,
That whiles Uerona by that name is knowne,
There ſhall no figure at that rate be ſet,
As that of true and faithfull Iuliet.
Cap. As rich ſhall Romeos by his Ladies lie,
Poore Sacrifices of our enmitie.
Prin. A glooming peace this morning with it brings,
The Sun for ſorrow will not ſhew his head:
Goe hence to haue more talke of theſe ſad things.
Some ſhall be pardoned, and ſome puniſhed.
For neuer was a Storie of more woe,
Then this of Iuliet and her Romeo.
FINIS.
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