NURSE. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave!-Pray you, sir, a 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, and very weak dealing. ROM. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee,— NURSE. Good heart! and, i̇' faith, I will tell her as much: Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman. me. ROM. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark NURSE. I will tell her, sir,-that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. ROM. Bid her devise some means to come to shrift This afternoon; And there she shall at friar Laurence' cell Be shriv'd, and married. NURSE. No, truly, sir; Here is for thy pains. not a penny. ROM. Go to; I say, you shall. NURSE. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there. And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair: Must be my convoy in the secret night. NURSE. Now God in heaven bless thee!-Hark you, sir. NURSE. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say Two may keep counsel, putting one away? Roм. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel. NURSE. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady—Lord, Lord!-when 't was a little prating thing,-0, there is 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. NURSE. Ay, a thousand times.-Peter! PET. Anon? NURSE. Before, and apace. SCENE V.-Capulet's Garden. Enter JULIET. [Exit. [Exeunt. JUL. The clock struck nine, when I did send the nurse; Perchance, she cannot meet him:-that's not so.- Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve My words would bandy her to my sweet love, But old folks, many feign as they were dead; Enter NURSE and PETER. O God, she comes!-O honey nurse, what news? [Exit PETER. JUL. Now, good sweet nurse, O Lord! why look'st thou sad? Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet news NURSE. I am aweary, give me leave a while;— JUL. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath? The excuse that thou dost make in this delay Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. NURSE. Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a 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 marriage? what of that? back! NURSE. Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I! It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. My back o' t' other side,-O, my back, my Beshrew your heart, for sending me about, To catch my death with jaunting up and down! JUL. I' faith, 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, 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 oddly thou repliest: "Your love says like an honest gentleman,— NURSE. JUL. Here's such a coil,-Come, what says Romeo? NURSE. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' cell, Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, JUL. Hie to high fortune!-honest nurse, farewell. SCENE VI.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO. FRI. So smile the Heavens upon this holy act ROм. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, FRI. These violent delights have violent ends, And in the taste confounds the appetite: [Exeunt. Enter JULIET. Here comes the lady;-O, so light a foot JUL. Good even to my ghostly confessor. FRI. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more JUL. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess, I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth. FRI. Come, come with me, and we will make short work; For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Till holy church incorporate two in one. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I.-A public Place. Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants. BEN. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let 's retire; And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl; MER. Thou art like one of those fellows, that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the |