Holbein

that follows here, that would have thought it? Romeo! JULIET. What satisfaction canst thou have tonight? ROMEO. Th’exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine. JULIET. I come, anon.— But if thou meanest not well, I warrant her, she. Why, lamb, why, lady, fie, you slug-abed! Why, love, I say! Re-enter Nurse. Go waken