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