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body,--though they be not to be talked on, yet they are past.compare: He is not the flower of courtesy,-but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.—Go thy ways, wench; serve God.- What, have you dined at home?
Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before; What says he of our inarriage? what of that?
Nurse. Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I? Il beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. My back o’t’other side,-0, my back, my back Beshrew your heart, for sending me about, To catch my death with jaunting up and down!
Jul. I am sorry that thou art not well: Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman,
Jul. Where is my mother?-why, she is within:
0, God's lady dear!
Jul. Here's such a coil;—come, what says Romeo
Nurse. Then hie you lience to friar Laurence' cell, There stays a husband to make you a wife : Now comes the wanlon blood up in
your cheeks, They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. Hie you
to church; I must another way, To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest sooni, when it is dark : I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; But you shall bear the burden soon at night. Go, I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell. Jul. Hie to high fortune!-honest nurse, farewell.
SCENE VI. FRIAR LAURENCE's Cell.
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO.
Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
Fri. These violent delights have violent ends,
Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor.
Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
Jul. Conceit, more rich in malter than in words,
Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make short For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Till holy church incorporate two in one. [Exeunt.
SCENE 1. A public Place.
Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says, God send me no need of thee! and, by the operation of the second cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there is no need.
Ben. Am I like such a fellow?
Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.
Ben. And what to?
Mer. Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair
more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thoa hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes; What eye,
but such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that Jath lain asleep in the suu. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with another, for tying bis new shoes with old riband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling!
Ben. An I were so apt lo quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the tee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter. Mer. The simple? O simple!
Enter TYBALT and others.
Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them.Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.
Mer. And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.
Tyb. You will find me apt enough to that, sir, if you will give me occasion.
Mer. Could you not take some occasion without giving?
Tyb. Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo,
Mer. Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords: here's my fiddle-stick; here's that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!
Ben. We talk here in the pablic haunt of men:
Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
Mer. But I'll be hang'd, "sir, if he wear your livery:
Tyb. Romeo, the hate I hear thee, can afford
Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
Rom. I do protest, I never injur'd thee; But love thee belter than thou canst devise, Till thou shalt know the reason of my love: And so, good Capulet,—which name I tender As dearly as mine own,-be satisfied.
Mer. O calın, dishonourable, vile submission! A la stoccata carries it away.
[Draws. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
Tyb. What wouldst thou have with ine?
your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. Tyb. I am for you.
[Drawing. Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up; Mer. Come, sir, your passado. [They fight.
Rom. Draw, Benvolio; Beat down their weapons :-Gentlemen, for shame Forbear this outrage ;-Tybalt-Mercotio-The prince expressly hath forbid this bandying In Verona streets :-hold, Tybalt;-good Mercutio.
[Exeunt Tybalt and his Partizans. Mer. I am hurt:A plague o'both the houses ! -I am sped :Is he gone, and hath nothing? Ben.
Wbat, art thou hurt? Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry,'tis enough.Where is my page?-go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
[Exit Page. Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 'lis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a