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Mer. Pr’ythee, do, good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer of the two.

Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen,
Mer. God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.
Nurse. Is it good den?

Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon.

Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you?

Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made himself to mar.

Nurse. By my troth, it is well said ;- For himself to mar, quoth'a ? - Gentlemen, can any of me where I may find the young Romeo ?

Rom. I can tell you ; but young Romeo will be older when you have found him, than he was when you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, for 'fault of a worse.

Nurse. You say well.

Mer. Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i’faith ; wisely, wisely.

Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence

you tell

with you.

Ben. She will indite him to some supper.
Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho!
Rom. What hast thou found?

Mer. No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.

An old hare hoar,

And an old hare hoar,
Is very good meat in lent :

But a hare that is hoar,

Is too much for a score,
When it hoars ere it be spent.

? God ye good den,] i. e. God give you a good even,

Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to dinner thither.

Rom. I will follow you.
Mer. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady,
lady.

[E.reunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO. Nurse. Marry, farewell !- I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this, that was so full of his

ropery 73

Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk; and will speak more in a minute, than he will stand to in a month.

Nurse. An 'a speak any thing against me, I'll take him down an 'a were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirtgills; I am none of his skains-mates :4—And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?

Pet. I saw no man use you at his pleasure; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare draw as soon as another man,

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2

lady, lady, lady.] The burthen of an old song.

what saucy merchant was this, &c.] The term merchant which was, and even now is, frequently applied to the lowest sort of dealers, seems anciently to have been used on these familiar occasions in contradistinction to gentleman ; signifying that the

person showed by his behaviour he was a low fellow. The term chap, i. e, chapman, a word of the same import with merchant in its less respectable sense, is still in common use among the vulgar, as a general denomination for any person of whom they mean to speak with freedom or disrespect.

3 - of his ropery?] Ropery was anciently used in the same sense as roguery is now.

- none of his skains-mates.] A skein or skain was either a knife or a short-dagger. By skains-mates the Nurse means none of his loose companions who frequent the fencing-school with him, where we may suppose the exercise of this weapon was taught.

my side.

and

if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on

Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that évery part about .me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray yot, sir, å word: and as I told you, my young lady, bade me inquire you out; what she bade me say, 'I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye

should lead her into' a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say: for the gentlewoman is young; and, therefore, if

you should deal double with her, truly, it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, very weak dealing.

Rom. Nurse, commend' me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee, -- "

Nurse. Good heart! and; ffaith, I will tell ther as much: Lord, lord, she will be a' joyful woman."

Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse thou dost not mark me.

Nurse. I will tell her, sir,—that you do protesť; which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. 1:

Rom.' Bid her devise some means toeome to shrift This afternoon';' di

sky And there she shall at friar Laurence' cell Be shriyd, and married. .,, Here is for thy pains,

Nurse. No, truly, šir ;„:not a penny Rom. Go to; I say; you shall.

Nurse. This afternoon, sir?'well; shế shall be thereauto

Róm. And stay, good murse; behind theabbey-wall: Within this hour miy'rnarr'shall be with thee; And bring thee' cord's ́mađe like a tackled stair :S Which to the high top-gallant of my joy

likeša tackled stair}]. Like stairs-of rope in the tackle of a skipass 3

- pop-gállarit of my joy-+] The top-gallant is the highest extremity of the 'mást of a ship.

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Must be my 'convoy in the secret night.
Farewell !-Be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains.
Farewell !—Commend me to thy mistress.

Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee !-Hark

you, sir.

Rom. What say’st thou, my dear nurse ?
Nurse. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear

say-
Two may keep counsel, putting one away?

Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel. Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady_Lord, lord !--when 'twas a little prating thing,-0, there's a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the varsal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?

Rom. Ay, nurse; What of that? both with an R.
Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name.

R. is for the dog. No; I know it begins with some other letter : and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it.

Rom. Commend me to thy lady. [Erit.
Nurse. Ay, a thousand times.—Peter !
Pet. Anon?
Nurse. Peter, Take my fan, and go

before.

(Exeunt.

SCENE V.

Capulet's Garden.

Enter Juliet. Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the

nurse ; In half an hour she promis'd to return. Perchance, she cannot meet him:- that's not so.0, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, Driving back shadows over lowring hills : Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. Now is the sun upon the highmost hill Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve Is three long hours,—yet she is not come. Had she affections, and warm youthful blood, She'd be as swift in motion as a ball; My words would bandy her to my sweet love, And his to me: But old folks, many feign as they were dead; Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.

Enter Nurse and PETER.

O God, she comes !-O honey nurse, what news? Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.

Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. [Exit PETER.
Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,-0 lord! why

look'st thou sad?
Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
If good, thou sham'st the musick of sweet news
By playing it to me with so sour a face.

Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave a while ;Fye, how my bones ache! What a jąunt have I had!

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