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Now, by the stock and honor of my kin,

Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.

Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! 1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsman ? wherefore Give me my sin again. storm you so?

Jul.

You kiss by the book. Tyb. Uncle, ihis is a Montague, our foe:

Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with A villain, that is hither come in spite,

you. To scorn at our solemnity, this night.

Rom. What is her mother? 1 Cap. Young Romeo is't?

Nurse.

Marry, bachelor, Tyb.

'Tis he, that villain Romeu. Her mother is the lady of the house, 1 Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous: He bears him like a portly gentleman;

I nurs'd her daughter, that you talk'd withal; And, to say truth, Verona brags of him,

I tell you,-he, that can lay hold of her, To be a virtuous and well-yovern'd youth:

Shall have the chinks. I would not for the wealth of all this town,

Rom.

Is she a Capulet? Here in my house, do hiın disparagement: O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. Therefore, be patient, take no note of him,

Ben. Away; begone; the sport is at the best. It is my will; the which if thou respect,

Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. Show a fair presence, and put otf these frowns, 1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; An ill-beseerning semblance for a feast.

We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest; Is it e'en so? Why, then I thank you all; I'll not endure him..

I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night: 1 Cap.

He shall be endured; More torches here!--Come on, tben, let's to bed. What, goodman boy!-I say, he shall;-Go to;- Ah, sirrah, [TO 2 CAP.] by my fay, it waxes late; Am I the master here, or you ? go to.

I'll to my rest. [Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse. You'll not endure him!--God shall mend my soul- Jul. Come hither, nurse: What is yon gentie. You'll make a mutiny among my guests!

man? You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio. Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.

Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door! 1 Сар.

Go to, go to, Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucho. You are a saucy boy :-Is't so indeed !-

Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would This trick may chance to scaths you;-I know what,

not dance ? You must contráry me! marry, 'tis time

Nurse. I know not. Well said, my hearts :-You are a princox ;6 go :- Jul. Go, ask his name:-if he be married, Be quiet, or-More light, more light! - For My grave is like to be my wedding-bed. shame!

Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague; I'll make you quiet: What!--Cheerly, my hearts. The only son of your great enemy.

Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting, Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. Too early seen unknown, and known too late! will withdraw: but this intrusion shall,

Prodigious birth of love it is to me, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. (Exit. That I must love a loathed enemy. Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand Nurse. What's this? what's this! [ TO JULIET. Jul.

A rhyme I learn'd even now This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this,- of one I danced withal. (Öne calls wihun, Juliet! My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

Nurse.

Anon, anon:To smooth that rough

touch with a tender kiss. Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too

Exeunt much,

Enter CHORUS.
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, Now old Desire doth in his death-bed lie,

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. And young Affection gapes to be his heir; Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too! That fair, for which love groaned, and would die, Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips, that they must use in With tender Juliet match'd is now got fair, prayer.

Now Romeo is belov'd and loves again, Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands Alike bewitched by the charm or looks; do;

But to his foe suppos'd he must complain, They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' Being held a foe, he may not have access sake.

To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect And she as much in love, her means much less I take.

To meet her new-beloved any where: Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. But passion lends them power, time means to meet,

(Kissing her. Temp’ring extremities with extreme sweet. (Ext.

ACT II.

SCENE I.-An open place adjoining Capulet's One nick-name for her purblind son and helf,
Garden.

Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
Enter ROMEO.

When king Cophetua lov'd the beggar-maid. Rom. Can I go forward when my heart is here!

He heareth not, stirreth not, he moveth not; Turn back, dull earth, and tind thy centre out.

The ape9 is dead, and I must conjure bim.[He climbs the Wall, and leaps down within it. By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip:

I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO.

By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh. Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo !

And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, Mer.

He is wise ; That in thy likeness thou appear to us. And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed. Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.

Ben. Heran this way,and leap'd this orchard wall: Mer. This cannot anger bim: 'twould anger him Call, good Mercutio.

To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle, Mer.

Nay, I'll conjure too- Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Romeo! humors! madman! passion! lover!

Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down; Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh,

That were some spite: my invocation Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;

• Faith. Cry but-Ah me!-couple bui-love and dove;

• Alluding to the old ballad of the king and the began Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,

• This phrase in Shakspeare's tim- was was ab € • Do you an injury.

• A coxcomb. pression of tenderness

Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; I conjure only but to raise up him.

And the place death, considering who thou art. Ben. Come, he hath hid himselt among those trees, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. To be consorted with the humorous' night:

Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perc Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.

these walls; Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. For stony limits cannot hold love out: Now will he sit onder a medlar-tree,

And what love can do, that dares love attempt, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, Therefore thy kinsmen are no let* to me. As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.- Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. Romeo, good night;-I'll to my truckle-bed; Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:

Than twenty of their swords; look thou but sweet, Come, shall we go?

And I am proof against their enmity. Ben.

Go, then; for 'tis in vain Jul. I would not for the world they saw thee here. To seek him here, that means not to be found. Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their

(Exeunt.

sight;

And, but thou love me, let them find me here:
SCENE II.-Capulet's Garden.

My life were better ended by their hate,
Enter ROMEO

Than death proroguea, wanting of thy love. Rsm. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this (Juliet appears above, at a Window.

place? But,soft! what light through yonder window breaks!

Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to inquire: It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!

He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

I am no pilot; yet wert thou as far Who is already sick and pale with grief,

As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea That thou her maid art far more fair than she:

I would adventure for such merchandise. Be not her maid, since she is envious;

Jul. Thou know'st the maskot'night is on my face; Her vestal livery is but sick and green,

Else would a maiden blush be paint my cheek, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.

For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. It is my lady; 0, it is my love:

Fain would I dwell on form, tain, fain, deny 0, that she knew she were!-

What I have spoke: But farewell compliment! She speaks, yet she says nothing: What of that?

Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say-Ay; Her eye discourses, I will answer it.

And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:

Thou may'st prove false; at lovers' perjuries, Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,

They say, Jove laugtis. O, gentle Romeo, Having some business, do entreat her eyes

If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: To twinkle in their spheres till they return.

Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won, What if her eyes were there, they in her head? I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; Would through the airy region stream so bright,

And therefore thou may'st think my 'havior light: That birds would sing, and think it were not night. But, trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand !

Than those that have more cunning to be strange. O, that I were a glove upon that hand,

I should have been more strange, I must contess, That I might touch that cheek!

But that thou overheardst, ere I was 'ware,
Ab me!

My true love's passion; therefore, pardon me, Rom.

She speaks :- And not impute this yielding to light love, O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art

Which the dark night hath so discovered. As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,

Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, As is a winged messenger of heaven

That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes

Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant Of mortals, that all back to gaze on him,

moon, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,

That monthly changes in her circled orb, And sails upon the bosom of the air.

Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Jul. Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

Rom. What shall I swear by! Deny thy father, and refuse thy name:

Jul.

Do not swear at all; Or, if thou will not, be but sworn my love,

Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Which is the god of my idolatry,
Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? | And I'll believe thee.

[Aside.
Rom.

If my heart's dear loveJul. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy;

Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, Thou art thyself ihough, not a Montague.

I have no joy of this contract to-night: Wbat's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot,

It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden; Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part

Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!

Ere one can say-It lightens. Sweet, good-night! What's in a name? that which we call a rose,

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, By any other name would smell as sweet;

May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo calid,

Good-night, good-night! as sweet repose and rest Retain that dear perfection which he owes, 2

Come to thy heart, as that within my breast ! Without that title :-Romeo, doff thy name;

Rom. 0, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ? And for that name which is no part of thee,

Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have toTake all myself.

night? Rom. I take thee at thy word:

Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd;

mine. Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd And yet I would it were to give again.

in night, So stumblest on my counsel ?

Roin. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what pur. Rom.

By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am:

Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,

And yet I wish but for the thing I have: Because it is an enemy to thee;

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, Had I it written, I would tear the word.

My love as deep; the more I give to thee, Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words The more I have, for both are infinite. of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound; I hear some noise within : Dear love, adieu!

(Nurse calls within. art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.

Anon, good nurse!-Sweet Montague, be true. Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and where - Stay but a little, I will come again. (Exit. fóre ?

Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard. 'Ilumid, moist. > Owns, possesses. • Do off, put off. Hindr ince.

• Unless.

• Sby.

Jul.

pose, love?

part,

Being in night, all this is but a dream,

Many for many virtues excellent,
Too tlattering sweet to be substantial.

None but for some, and yet all different.
Re-enter JULIET, above.

O, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies
Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good-night, | For naught so vile that on the earth doth live,

In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities indeed. If that thy bentof love be honorable,

But to the earth some special good doth give;

Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,

Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: By one that I'll procure to come to thee,

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite;

And vice sometime's by action dignified.
And all my fortunes at thy foot l'Il lay,
And follow thee, my lord, throughout the world :- Poison hath residence, and medcine power:

Within the infant rind of this small flower
Nurse. [ Within.]'Madam.
Jul. I come, anon :-But if thou mean'st not

For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each well,

Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. I do beseech thee,Nurse. [Within.] Madam.

Two such opposed foes encamp them still

In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will; Jul.

By and by, I come:

And where the worser is predominant, To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:

Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. To-morrow will I send. Rom. So thrive my soul,

Enter Romeo. Jul. A thousand times good-night! [Exit. Rom. Good-morrow, father! Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy Fri.

Benedicite! light.

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me! Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their Young son, it argues a distemper'd head, books,

So soon to bid good-morrow to thy bed: But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,

[Retiring slowly. And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; Re-enter JULIET, above.

But where unbruised youth with unstuifd brain

Doth couch his limbs, ihere golden sleep doth reign: Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist! –0, for a falconer's Therefore thy earliness doth me assure, voice,

Thou art up-rous'd by some distemp'rature; To lure this tassel-gentles back again!

Or if not so, then here I hit it right-Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. Else would I tear the cave where echo lies,

Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine

Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline ! With repetition of my Romeo's name.

Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father! no; Rom. It is my soul that calls upon my name: I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Fri. That's my good son: But where hast thou Like softest music to attending ears!

been then? Jul. Romeo!

Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. Rom. My sweet!

I have been feasting with mine enemy; Jul.

At what o'clock to-morrow Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me, Shall I send to thee?

That's by me wounded; both our remedies Rom. At the hour of nine.

Within thy help and holy physic lies: Jul. I will not fail; 'tis twenty years till then. I bear no hatred, blessed man: for, lo, I have forgot why I did call thee back.

My intercession likewise steads my foe. Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it. Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift, Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift

, Rememb'ring how I love thy company.

Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love is Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this.

On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone: As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; And yet no further than a wanton's bird ;

And all combined, save what thou must combine Who lets it hop a little from her hand,

By holy marriage, when, and where, and how, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,!

We met, we wood, and made exchange of vow, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, I'll tell thee as we pass ; but this I pray, So loving-jealous of his liberty.

That thou consent to marry us this day. Rom. I would, I were thy bird.

Fri. Holy saint Francis! 'wbat a change is here! Jul.

Sweet, so would I : Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sor- Not truly in their hearts but in their eyes. row,

Jesu Miria! what a deal of brine That I shall say-good-night, till it be morrow. Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!

(Exit. How much salt water thrown away in waste, Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy | To season love, that of it doth not taste! breast !

The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest !

Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears; Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell;

Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit His help to crave, and my dear hap' to tell. (Exit. of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet: SCENE III.-Friar Laurence's Cell.

If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine,

Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline; Inter Friar LAURENCE, with a basket.

And art thou changed ? pronounce this sentence Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning

thennight,

Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; Rom. Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline. And fleckede darkness like a drunkard reels

Fri. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. From forth day's pathway, made by Titan'swheels: Rom. And bad'st me bury love. Now ere the sun advance his burning eye,

Fri.

Not in a grave, The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, To lay one in, another out to have. I must fill up this osier cage of ours,

Rom. I pray thee, chide not : she, whom I love With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers.

now, The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; What is her burying grave, that is her womb: The other did not so. And from her womb children of divers kind

Fri.

0, she knew well, We sucking on her natural bosom find;

Thy love did read by rote, and could not spel. Inclination.

Bui come, young waverer, come go with me • The teiroel is the male hawk, the falcon the female. In one respect I'll thy assistant be; . Fetters.

• Chance, fortune. For this alliance may so happy prove • Spotted, streaked.

m your households' rancor to pure love

set

The sun.

Rom. O let us hence; I stand on sudden baste. Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase Fri. Wisely and slow; they stumble that run I have done: for thou hast more of the wild-goose fast.

(Exeunt. in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in my

whole five: Was I' with you there for the goose ? SCENE IV-A Street.

Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO.

when thou wast not there for the goose.

Mer. I will bite thee by the ear ior that jest. Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be?

Rom. Nay, good goose, bile not. ame he not home to-night?

Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter-sweeting;it is u Ben. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.

most sharp sauce. Mer. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, Rom. And is it not well served in to a swee that Rosaline,

goose ? Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.

Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel,3 that stretct es Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,

from an inch narrow to an ell broad! Hath sent a letter to his father's house.

Rom. I stretch it out for that word-broad Mer. A challenge, on my life.

which added to the goose, proves thee far and Ben. Romeo will answer it.

wide a broad goose. Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a Mer. Why, is not this better nove than groaning letter.

for love? now art thou sociable, now art thou RoBen. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how meo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well he dares, being dared.

as by nature: for this drivelling love is like a great Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! natural, that runs lolling up and down, to hide his stabbed with a white wench's black eye! shot bauble in a hole. through the ear with a love-song: the very pin of Ben. Stop there, stop there. bis heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft;4 Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against And is he a man to encounter Tybalt?

the hair. Ben. Why, what is Tybalt?

Ben. Thou wouldst else have made thy tale Mer. More than prince of cats, I can tell you. large. 0, he is the courageous captain of compliments. Mer. O, thou art deceived, I would have made He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, dis- it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tance, and proportion; rests me his minim rest one, tale; and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument two, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher no longer. of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman Rom. Here's goodly geer! of the very first house, -of the first and second cause: Ah, the immortal passado! the punto re

Enter Nurse and PETER. verso! the hay !

Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail! Ben. The what?

Ben. Two, two; a shirt, and a smock. Mer. The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting Nurse. Peter! fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! - By

Pet. Anon? Jesu, a very good blade !--a very tall man!-a Nurse. My fan, Peter. very good whore !-Why, is not this a lamentable Mer. Prythee, do, good Peter, to hide her face; thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted for her fan's the fairer of the two. with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers,

Nurse. God ye good-morrow, gentlemen. these pardonnez-moys, who stand so much on the Mer. God ye good-den,fair gentlewoman. new form, that they cannot sit at case on the old

Nurse. Is it good-den! bench ! O, their bons, their bons !

Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy hand Enter ROMEO.

of the dial is now upon the pricks of noon.

Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you? Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.

Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God haih made Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring :-0 himself to mar. fish, flesh, how art thou fishified !--Now is he for

Nurse. By my troth, it is well said ;-For himthe numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura, to his self to mar, quoth'a ?--Gentlemen, can any of you lady, was but a kitchen-wench ;-marry, she had tell me where I may find the young Romeo ? a better love to be-rhyme her: Dido, a dowdy; Rom. I can tell you; but young Romeo will be Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen and Hero, hildings and older when you have found him, than he was when harlots; Thisbé, a grey eye or so, but not to the you sought him: I am the youngest of that name. purpose.--Signior Romeo, bon jour! There's a for 'fault of a worse. French salutation to your French slop. You gave Nurse. You say well. us the counterfeit fairly last night.

Mer. Yea, is the worse well? very well took, Rom. Good-morrt w to you both. What coun- | i' faith; wisely, wisely. terfeit did I give yun?

Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence Mer. The slip, -ir, the slip;9 Can you not con- with you? ceive!

Ben. She will indite him to some supper. Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho! great; and, in such a case as mine, a man may Rom. What hast thou found ? strain courtesy.

Mer. No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten Mer. That's as much as to say-such a case as pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. yours constrains a man to bow in the hams. Rom. Meaning-to court'sy.

An old hare hoar,6 Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it.

And an old hare hoar, Rom. A most courteous exposition.

Is very good meat in lent: Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.

But a hare that is hoar, Rom. Pink for flower.

Is too much for a score, Mer. Right.

When it hoars ere it be spent. Rom. Why, then is my pump' well flowered. Romeo, will you come to your father's ? we'll to Mer. Well said: Follow me this jest now, till dinner thither. thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the sin

Rom. I will follow you. gle sole of it is worn, the jest may remain after

Mer. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, the wearing, solely singular.

lady. (Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO. Rom. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the

Nurse. Marry, farewell!-I pray you, sir, what singleness!

saucy merchanti was this, that was so full' of his Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits ropery?

Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or himself talk; and will speak more in a minute, than 'll cry a match.

he will stand to in a month. • Arrow • See the story of Reynard the fox.

Nurse. An 'a speak any thing against me, I'll . By notes pricked down.

take him down an 'a were lustier than he is, and · Terms of the fencing-school.

twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those Trowsers or pantaloons, a French fashion in Shak- . An apple. • Soft stretching leather. • Good-even. psare's time.

Point.

• Hoary, mouldy. • A pun on counterfeit money ca"ed slips.

* A term of disrespect, in contradistinction to gentleman.

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nit shull. -Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt- Oithis day's journey; and from nine till twelve gi.is; I am one of his skains-mates:8--- And thou Is three long hours, yet she is not come. m'ist stand by too, and suffer every knave to use Had she aflections, and warm youthful blood, me at his pleasure ?

She'd be as swit in motion as a ball, Pet. I saw no man use you at his pleasure; if I My words would bandy3 her to my sweet love, hall, my weapon should quickly have been out, i And his to me: warrant you: I dare draw as soon as another man, But old folks many, feign as they were dead; if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale' as lead.

Enter Nurse and PETER. Nurse. Now, atore God, I am so vexed, that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave !--Pray

O God, she comes !-O honey nurse, what news? you, sir, a word; and, as I told you, my young

Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. lady bade me inquire you out; what she bade me

Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. (Exit PETER ray, I will keep to myself: but tirst let me tell ye,

Jul. Now, good, sweet nurse,-0 lord! wlig it ye should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they

look'st thou sad? say, it were a very gross kind of behavior, as they Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; say: for the gentlewoman is young: and, therefore, If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet news it you should deal double with her, truly, it were

By playing it to me with so sour a face. an`ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and Fye, how my bones ache? What a jaunt have I had.

Nurse. I am weary, give me leave a while;very weak dealing. Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mis

Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I iby tress. I protest unto thee,

Nurse. Good heart! and, i' faith, I will tell her Nay, come, I pray thee, speak;—good, good nurse, as much: Lord, lord, she will be a joyful woman.

speak. Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost

Nurse. Jesu! What haste? can you not stay a not mark me.

while ? Nurse. I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; Do you not see that I am out of breath? which, as I take it, is a gentleman-like offer.

Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to

breath shrifto

To say to me—that thou art out of breath? This afternoon;

The excuse that thou dost make in this delay, And there she shall at friar Laurence' cell

Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. Be shriv'd and married. Here is for thy pains.

Is thy news good or bad? answer to that; Nurse. No, truly, sir; not a penny.

Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance: Rom. Go to ; I say you shall.

Let me be satisfied, Is't good or bad ? Nurse. This afternoon, sir; well, she shall be

Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice , there.

you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey- not he; though his face be better than any man's wall:

yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand and a Within this hour my man shall be with thee;

foot, and a body,-though they be not to be talked And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair,

on, yet they are past compare: He is not the flower Which to the high top-gallant' of my joy

of courtesy,-but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a Must be my convoy in the secret night.

lamb.-Go thy ways, wench; serve God. What Farewell !-Be trusty, and I'll quita thy pains.

have you dined at home? Farewell !--Commend me to thy mistress.

Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before; Nurse. Now, God in heaven bless thee! Hark What says he of our marriage? what of that?

Nurse. Lord, how my head aches! what a head you, sir. Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse?

have I! Nurse. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear

It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.

My back o' t'other side. 0, my back, my back!say Two may keep counsel, putting one away?

Beshrew your heart, for sending me aboui, Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel.

To catch my death with jaunting up and down! Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest

Jul. l' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well: lady-Lord, lord !-when 'twas a little prating Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my thing, -0,—there's a nobleman in town, one Paris,

love? that would tain lay knife aboard; but she, good and a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,

Nurse. Your love says, like an honest gentleman, soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see him. langer her sometimes, and tell her that Paris And, I warrant a virtuous: Where is your is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I

mother? say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the varsal

Jul. Where is my mother?-why, she is within; world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both / Where should she be? How oddly thou reply'st; with a letter?

Your love says like an honest gentleman,Rom. Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.

Where is your mother? Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name; R is

Nurse.

0, God's lady dear! for the dog. No; I know it begins with some

Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow: other letter; and she hath the prettiest sententious

Is this the poultice for my aching bones? of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you Henceforward do your messages yourself. good to hear it.

Jul. Here's such a coil!--come, what says Rom. Commend me to thy lady.

[Exit.

Romeo ? Nurse. Ay, a thousand times.--Peter !

Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-das! Pet. Anon?

Jul. I have. Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before.

Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence'cell; (Exeunt.

There stays a husband to make you a wite:

Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
SCENE V.-Capulet's Garden.

They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
Enter JULIET.

Hie you to church: I must another way,
Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send

To fetch a ladder, by the which your love the nurse ;

Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark: In half an hour she promis'd to return.

I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.

But you shall bear the burden soon at ugll. 0. she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,

Go, I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell. Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,

Jul. Hie to high fortune!-honest nun e, fere

well.
Driving back shadows over low'ring hills:
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,

SCENE VI.-Friar Laurence' (ell
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
Now is the sun upon the highmost hill

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and Ronso. * A mate or companion of one wearing a skain—a short

Fri. So smile the heavens upon this boly ach . Confession.

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