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Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, The more I have, for both are infinite.
[Nurse calls within,
Re-enter Juliet, above. I'll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay,
Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
indeed. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;
If that thy bent of love be honourable, And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light: Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true By one that I 'll procure to come to thee, Than those that have more cunning to be strange. Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite: I should have been more strange, I must confess, And all my fortunes at thy foot I 'll lay, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, And follow thee my lord throughout the world. My true love's passion : therefore pardon me; | Nurse (within). Madam! And not impute this yielding to light love,
Jul. I come anon.-But if thou mean'st not Which the dark night hath so discovered.
well, Rom. Lady, by yonder blesséd moon I swear. | I do beseech theeThat tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops, Nurse (within). Madam! Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant Jul. By and by I come :moon,
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief. That monthly changes in her circled orb,
To-morrow will I send. Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Rom. So thrive my soulRom. What shall I swear by ?
Jul. A thousand times good night! [Exit. Jul. Do not swear at all:
Rom. A thousand times the worse to want thy Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
light.Which is the god of my idolatry,
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their And I'll believe thee.
books; Ronn. If my heart's dear love
But love from love, toward school with heavy Jul. Well, do not swear. Although I joy in
(Retiring slowly. thee, I have no joy of this contráct to-night:
Re-enter Juliet, above. It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!—0, for a falconer's Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
voice, Ere one can say—“It lightens.” Sweet, good To lure this tassel-gentle back again! night!
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, Else would I tear the cave where echo lies, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. | And make her airy tongue more hoarse than Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ? Rom. It is my soul that calls upon my name:
At what o'clock to-morrow And yet I would it were to give again.
Shall I send to thee? Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what i Rom. At the hour of nine. purpose, love?
Jul. I will not fail ; 'tis twenty years till then. Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. I have forgot why I did call thee back. And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it. My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, Remembering how I love thy company.
Scene III.-Friar LAWRENCE's Cell.
Enter Friar LAWRENCE, with a basket.
ing night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of
light; And fleckéd darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels : Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, I must up-fill this osier cage of ours, With baleful weeds, and precious-juicéd flowers. The earth, that 's nature's mother, is her tomb; What is her burying grave, that is her womb: And from her womb, children of divers kind We sucking on her natural bosom find; Many for many virtues excellent, None but for some, and yet all different. O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give;
Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still
forget, Forgetting any other home but this. Jul. 'Tis almost morning; I would have thee
Rom. I would I were thy bird.
Jul. Sweet, so would I: Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. I Good night, good night! parting is such sweet
sorrow, That I shall say “Good night,” till it be morrow.
[Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in
thy breast !'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly friar's close cell; His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit. |
Nor aught so good, but, strained from that fair use, | Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,
The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline :
And art thou changed ? pronounce this sentence, Enter Romeo.
thenRom. Good morrow, father!
“ Women may fall, when there's no strength in Fri. Benedicite !
men." What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
Rom. Thou chid'dst me oft for loving Rosaline. Young son, it argues a distempered head,
Fri. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. So soon to bid good-morrow to thy bed:
Rom. And bad’st me bury love. Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, Fri. Not in a grave And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; To lay one in, another out to have. But where unbruised youth with unstuffed brain Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she whom I Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth
love now, reign:
Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow. Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
The other did not so. Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;
Fri. O, she knew well Or if not so, then here I hit it right
Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell. Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. But come, young waverer, come go with me, Rom. That last is true; the sweeter rest was
In one respect I 'll thy assistant be: mine.
For this alliance may so happy prove, Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?
To turn your households' rancour to pure love. Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no; Rom. O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. Fri. Wisely and slow: they stumble that run Fri. That's my good son: but where hast
[Exeunt. thou been, then? Rom. I 'll tell thee ere thou ask it me again. I have been feasting with mine enemy;
Scene IV.-A Street.
Enter Benvolio and Mercurio.
Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be?-I bear no hatred, blesséd man; for lo,
Came he not home to-night? My intercession likewise steads my foe.
Pen. Not to his father's: I spoke with his man. Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy Mer. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, drift:
that Rosaline, Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, love is set
Hath sont a letter to bis father's house. On the fair daughter of rich Capulet :
Mer. A challenge, on my life. As mine on hers, so here is set on mine;
Ben. Romeo will answer it. And all combined, save what thou must combine Mer. Any man that can write may answer a By holy marriage. When, and where, and how, 1 letter, We met, we wooed, and made exchange of vow, Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, I'll tell thee as we pass : but this I pray, how he dares, being dared. That thon consent to marry us this day.
Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot here!
through the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt- Rom. O single-soled jest, solely singular for shaft :-and is he a man to encounter Tybalt? the singleness ! Ben. Why, what is Tybalt?
Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my Mer. More than prince of cats, I can tell you. wits fail. O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. | Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or He fights as you sing prick-song; keeps time, | I'll cry a match. distance, and proportion; rests me his minim | Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wildgoose-chace, rest-one, tvio, and the third in your bosom : the I have done; for thou hast more of the wildvery butcher of a silk button; a duellist, a | goose in one of thy wits than, I am sure, I have duellist: a gentleman of the very first house ; of in my whole five. Was I with you there for the first and second cause. Ah, the immortal the goose? passado! the punto reverso! the hay!
Rom. Thou wast never with me for anything, Ben. The what?
when thou wast not there for the goose. Mer. The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents ! “ By Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not. Jesu, a very good blade !"_“A very tall man!” Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is -"A very good whore."—Why, is not this a, a most sharp sauce. lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be | Rom. And is it not well served in to a sweet thus afflicted with these strange flies, these goose? fashion - mongers, these pardonnez-mois, who Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel, that stretches stand so much on the new form that they can from an inch narrow to an ell broad! not sit at ease on the old bench? O, their bons, Rom. I stretch it out for that word “ broad :" their bons !
which added to the goose, proves thee far and
wide a broad goose. Enter Romeo.
Mer. Why, is not this better now than groanBen. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. ing for love ? Now art thou sociable, now art Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring: - thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by O, flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified !-Now is art as well as by nature: for this drivelling love he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in : is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen-wench ; down to hide his bauble in a hole. marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her: Ben. Stop there; stop there. Dido, a dowdy; Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen and Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale, Hero, hildings and harlots; Thisbé, a grey eye against the hair. or so, but not to the purpose.—Signior Romeo, | Ben. Thou wouldst else have made thy tale bon jour! there's a French salutation to your large. French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly Mer. O, thou art deceived; I would have last night.
made it short: for I was come to the whole Rom. Good-morrow to you both. What coun depth of my tale: and meant, indeed, to occupy terfeit did I give you?
the argument no longer. Mer. The slip, sir, the slip: can you not Rom. Here's goodly geer! conceive? Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business
Enter Nurse and Peter.
Ben. Two, two; a shirt and a smock.
Nurse. My fan, Peter.
Mer. Good Peter, to bide her face; for her Rom. A most courteous exposition.
fan 's the fairer face. Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. Nurse God ye good morrow, gentlemen. Rom. Pink for flower.
Mer. God ye good den, fair gentlewoman. Mer. Right.
Nurse. Is it good den? Rom. Why, then is my pump well-flowered. Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy
Mer. Well said. Follow me this jest now, till hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon. thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the Nurse. Out upon you, what a man are you! single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain, Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made after the wearing, solely singular.
I himself to mar.
Nurse. By my troth it is well said; , for himself to mar, quoth’a?-Gentlemen, can any of you tell 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 with you.
Ben. She will indite him to some supper.
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 bare hoar,
But a hare that is hoar
Is too much for a score,
saucy merchant was this, that was so full of his Romeo, will you come to your fathers ? we'll to | ropery? dinner thither.
Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear Rom. I will follow you.
himself talk : and will speak more in a minute Mer. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, “lady, than he will stand to in a month. lady, lady.” (Exeunt Mercurio and Benvolio. | Nurse. An 'a speak anything against me, I 'll
Nurse. Marry, farewell |-- I pray you, sir, what take him down an 'a were lustier than he is, and