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' he 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 flirty-girls; and thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure.

[To ber man. 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, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side.

Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vext, that every part about me quivers.Scurvy knave! Pray you, Sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bid me enquire you out. What she bid me say, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into 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.

Rm. Commend me to thy lady and mistress, I protest unto thee

Nurse. Good heart, and i'faith, I will tell her 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 protest; which, as I take it is a gentleman-like offer.

Rom. Bid her advise some means to come to shrift this afternoon.

And there shall she at friar Laurence' cell

Be shriev'd and married; here is for thy pains.

Nurse. No truly, Sir, not a penny.

Rom. Go to, I say, you shall.

Nurse. This afternoon, Sir? well, she shall be there.

Rom. And stay, good Nurse, behind the abbey-wall :

Within this hour my man shall be with thee,

And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair,
Which to the high top-gallant of my joy

Must be my convoy in the secret night.

Farewel, be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains..

Nurse, Well, Sir, my mistress is the sweetest lady; lord,

lord,

lord, when 'twas a little pratting thing-Oh, there is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife abroad; 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 universal world. Rom. Commend me to thy lady- [Exit Romeo. Nurse. A thousand times. Peter? Pet. Anon.

Nurse. Take my fan, and go before.

Ful. Ti

SCENE V.

CAPULET'S House.

Enter JULIET.

Exeunt.

HE 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-
Oh, she is lame; love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun-beams,
Driving back shadows over-low'ring 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-and 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.

Enter NURSE.

O heav'n! she comes. O honey nurse what news?

Hast thou met with him? send thy man away.

Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate.

Jul. Now, good sweet nurse

Oh Lord, why look'st thou sad?

Nurse. I am weary, let me rest a while

[Exit Peter

Fy, how my bones ake, what a jaunt have I had?

Jul. Nay, come, I pray thee speak

nurse, speak.

Is thy news good or bad? answer to that.
Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance;
Let me be satisfied, is t good or bad?

-Good, good

Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man; 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 marriage? what of that?

Nurse. Lord, how my head akes? what a head have I?

It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces;

My back o' th' other side-O my back, my back;
Beshrew your heart for sending me about,
To catch my death with jaunting up and down.
Jul. I' faith I'm sorry that thou art so ill;

Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me what says my love.
Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman,
And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,
And I warrant a virtuous-where is your mother?
Jul. Where is my mother? why, she is within,
Where should she be? how odly thou reply'd?
Your love says like an bonest gentleman:
Where is your mother.

Nurse. Oh, our lady dear,

Are you so hot? marry, come up! I trow.
Is this the poultice for my aking bones?
Hence-forward do your messages yourself.

Jul. Here's such a coil; come, what says Romeo?
Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?
Jul. I have.

Nurse. Then hie hence to friar Lawrence' cell,
There stays a husband to make you a wife.

Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks.
Hie you to church, I must another way,
To fetch a ladder by the which your love
Must climb a bird's nest soon, 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.

Exeunt.

SCENE.

Fri.

SCENE. VI.

The MONASTERY.

Enter Friar LAURENCE and Romeo.

O smile the heavens upon this holy act,

That after-hours of sorrow chide us not!
Rom. Amen, amen, but come what sorrow can,
It cannot countervail th' exchange of joy,
That one short minute gives me in her sight.
Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
'Then love-devouring death do what he dare,
It is enough I may but call her mine.

Fri. These violent delights have violent ends,
And in their triumph die: like fire and powder:
Which as they meet consume. The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in its own deliciousness,

And in the taste confounds the appetite :
Therefore love mod'rately.
Enter JULIET.

Here comes the lady. O so light a foot
Will ne er wear out the everlasting flint;
A lover may bestride the gossamour,
That idles in the wanton summer air,
And yet not fall, so light is vanity.

Jul. God-even to my ghostly confessor.

Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
Rom. Ah Juliet, if the measure of thy joy

Be heapt like mine, and that thy skill be more
To blazon it: then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
Unfold the imagin'd happiness, that both
Receive in either, by this dear encounter.

Jul. Conceit more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his substance, not of ornament.

They are but beggars that can court their worth;
But my true love is grown to such access,

I cannot sum up one half of

Fri. Come, come with me;

my wealth.

For, by your leaves you shall not stay alone,
Till holy church incorp'rate two in one.

[Exeunt.

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I

The STREET.

Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, and Servants.
BENVOLIO.

PRAY thee good Mercutio, let's retire;

The day is hot, the Capulet's abroad;

And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl.

Mer. Thou art like one of these 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 a 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; 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 head than thou hast thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason, but because thou hast hazel eyes; thou hast quarrel'd with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a taylor for wearing his new doublet before Easter; with another, for tying his shoes with old ribbands! and yet thou wilt tutor me for quarrelling!

Ben. If I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.

Enter TIBALT, PETRUCHIO, and others.

Ben. By my head, here come the capulets.
Mer. By my heel, I care not.

Tib. Be near at hand, 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.

Tib. You shall find me apt enough to that Sir, if you will give me occasion.

Mer. Could you not take some occasion without giving?