Iul. Yet let me weepe, for such a feeling losse

Lad. So shall you feele the losse, but not the Friend
Which you weepe for

Iul. Feeling so the losse,
I cannot chuse but euer weepe the Friend

La. Well Girle, thou weep'st not so much for his death,
As that the Villaine liues which slaughter'd him

Iul. What Villaine, Madam?
Lad. That same Villaine Romeo

Iul. Villaine and he, be many miles assunder:
God pardon, I doe with all my heart:
And yet no man like he, doth grieue my heart

Lad. That is because the Traitor liues

Iul. I Madam from the reach of these my hands:
Would none but I might venge my Cozins death

Lad. We will haue vengeance for it, feare thou not.
Then weepe no more, Ile send to one in Mantua,
Where that same banisht Run-agate doth liue,
Shall giue him such an vnaccustom'd dram,
That he shall soone keepe Tybalt company:
And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied