Reading The Tragedy of Romeo and Iuliet — William Shakespeare

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Rom.

If I may trust the flattering truth of sleepe,

My dreames presage some ioyfull newes at hand:

My bosomes L. sits lightly in his throne:

And all thisan day an vnaccustom'd spirit,

Lifts me aboue the ground with cheerefull thoughts.

I dreamt my Lady came and found me dead,

(Strange dreame that giues a dead man leaue to thinke,)

And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips,

That I reuiud and was an Emperour.

Ah me, how sweet is loue it selfe possest,

When but loues shadowes are so rich in ioy.

Enter Romeo's man.

Newes from Verona, how now Balthazer?

Dost thou not bring me Letters from the Frier?

How doth my Lady? Is my Father well?

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