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Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down; And for that name, which is no part of thee,
That were some spite : my invocation

Take all myself.
Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, Rom. I take thee at thy word:
I conjure only but to raise up him.

Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd;
Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd in To be consorted with the humorous night:

night, Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.

So stumblest on my counsel?
Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Rom. By a name
Now will he sit under a medlar tree,

I know not how to tell thee who I am:
And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone. Because it is an enemy to thee;
Romeo, good night !- I'll to my truckle-bed; Hadlit written, I would tear the word.
This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep : Jul. My ears have not yet drank a hundred words
Come, shall we go?

Ofthe tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound; Ben. Go, then! for 'tis in vain

Art thou not Romeo, and a Montaguc? To seek him here, that means not to be found. Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.

[Exeunt. Jul. How cam’st thou hither, tell me? and where

fore? SCENE II. - Capulet's garden. The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; Enter Roweo.

Aud the place death, considering who thog art Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. If any of my kinsmen find thee here.

[Juliet appears above at a window. Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! walls; It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!

For stony limits cannot hold love ont: Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

And what love can do, that dares love attempt ; Who is already sick and pale with grief,

Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me. That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. Be not her maid, since she is envious;

Rom. Alack! there lies mare peril in thine eye, Her vestal livery is but sick and green,

Than twenty of their swords; look thou bat sweet, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.

And I am proof against their enmity. It is my lady; 0, it is my love!

Jul. I would not for the world, they saw thee here

. 0, that she knew she were !

Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their She speaks, yet she says uothing. What of that?

sight; Her eye discourses, I will answer it.

And, but thou love me, let them find me here: I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks :

My life were better ended by their hate, Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,

Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Having some business, do entreat her eyes

Jul. By whose direction found'st thou ont this To twinkle in their spheres till they return.

place? What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to inquire The brightness of her cheek would shame those He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. stars,

I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far, AS daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven As that vast shore wash'd with the forthest sea, Would through the airy region stream so bright, I would adventure for such merchandise. That birds would sing, and think it were not night. Jul, Thou know'st the mask of night is on my See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand !

face; O, that I were a glove upon that hand,

Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek That I might touch that cheek!

For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night Jul. Ah me!

Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain den Rom. She speaks:

What I have spoke; but farewell compliment! O, speak again, bright angel! for thon art

Dost love me? I know thon wilt sag – Ay; As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, And I will take thy word : yet, if thou swear's As is a winged messenger of heaven

Thou may’st prove false; at lovers' perjuries

, Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes

They say, Jove laughs, 0, gentle Romeo, Of mortals, that full back to gaze on him, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,

Or if thou think'st I am too quickly wou, And sails upon the bosom of the air. Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo ? So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world.

I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee day, Deny thy father, and refuse thy name :

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And therefore thou may'st think my haviour light

: And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Than those that have more cunuing to be strang

[ Aside. I should have been more strange, I must confess Jul. 'Tis bot thy name, that is my enemy; But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, Thou art thyself though, not a Montague. My true love's passion: therefore pardon me; Whit's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Aud not impute this yielding to light love, Nor arm, por t'ace, nor any other part

Which the dark night hath so discovered. Belonging to a man. 0, be some other name!

Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, What's in a name? that, which we call a rose,

That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops, By any other name would smell as sweet;

Jul. 0, swear not by the moon, inconstant moon, So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'a,

That monthly changes in her circled orb, Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Lest that thị love. prove likewise variable. Without that title:- Romeo, doff thy name; Rom. What shall I swear by?

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Jul. Do not swear at all!

I have forgot why I did call thee back. Or, if thon wilt, swear by thy gracious self,

Rom. Let me stand here, till thou remember it. Which is the god of my idolatry,

Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, And I'll believe thee.

Rememb’ring how I love thy company. Rom. If my heart's dear love

Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Jul. Well, do not swear! although I joy in thee, Forgetting any other home but this. I have no joy of this contract to-night:

Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone : It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden;

And yet no further, than a wanton's bird ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Ere one can say- It lightens. Sweet, good night! Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, May prove a beauteous flower, when next we meet. So loving-jealous of his liberty. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Rom. I would I were thy bird. Come to thy heart, as that within my breast! Jul. Sweet, so would I: Rom. O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for That I shall say-good night, till it be morrow. [Lxit. mine.

Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: breast! And yet I would it were to give again.

'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it? for what pur- Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell;

His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit. Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have:

SCENE (II.- Friar Laurence's cell. My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

Enter Friar Laurence, with a basket. My love as deep; the more I give to thee,

Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning The more I have, for both are infinite.


[Nurse calls within. Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;
I hear some noise within. Dear love, adien! And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
Anon, good nurse!--Sweet Montague, be true! From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's wheels :
Stay but a little, I will come again.

(Exit. Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,
Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry,
Being in vight, all this is but a dream,

I must up-fill this osier cage of ours,
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.

With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers.
Re-enter JULIET, above.

The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb;
Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night in- What is her burying grave, that is her womb:

And from her womb children of divers kind
If that thy bent of love be honourable,

We sucking on her natural bosom find;
Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow

Many for many virtues excellent,
By one that I'll procure to come to thee,

None but for some, and yet all different.
Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite; 0, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay,

In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities :
And follow thee, my lord, throughout the world. For nought so vile, that on the earth doth live,
Nurse. [Within.] Madam!

But to the earth some special good doth give;
Iul. I come, anon.-But if thou mean'st not well, Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use,
I do beseech thee, -

Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse :
Nurse. (Within.] Madam.

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied ;
Jul. By and by, I come:

Aod vice sometime's by action dignified.
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief : Within the infant rind of this small flower
To-morrow will I send.

Poison hath residence, and med'cine power:
Rom. So thrive my soul,-

For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
Jul. A thousand times good night! [Exit. Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Two such opposed foes encamp them still
Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will ;

And, where the worser is predominant,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
(Retiring slowly.

Enter ROMEO.
Re-enter Juliet, above.

Rom. Good morrow, father!
Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-0, for a falconer's voice, Fri. Benedicite!
To lure this tassel-gentle back again!

What early tongue so sweet salateth me?
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Young son, it argues a distemper'd head,
Else would I tear the cave where echo lies, So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
With repetition of my Romeo's name.

And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name: But where unbruised youth with unstutt'd brain
How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night, Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reigo:
Like softest music to attending ears!

Therefore thy earliness doth me assure,
Jul. Romeo!

Thou art uprous'd by some distemp’rature;
Rom. My sweet!

Or if not so, then here I hit it right -
Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow

Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
Shall send to thee?

Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine.
Rom. At the hour af nine.

Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? Jul. I will not fail ; 'tis twenty years till then. Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no.

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I have forgot that name, and that pame's woe. Ben, Why, what is Tybalt?
Fri. That's my good son: but where hast thou been Mer. More than prince of cats, I can tell von. O,

he is the courageous captain of compliments

. He Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, I have been feasting with mine enemy;

and proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher ol That's by me wounded ; both our remedies a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman ni Within thy help and holy physic lies:

the very first house, -of the first and second cause, I hear no hatred, blessed man; for lo,

Ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso ! t
My intercession likewise steads my foe.

hay! -
Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Den. The what?
Piddling confession finds but riddling shrift. Mer. The pox of such antic, lispiog, affecting ian-
Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love is set tasticoes; these new turners of accents! --- B; Jeta
On the fair daughter of richi Capulet:

a very good blade! - a very talt man! - a rey As mine on bers, so hers is set on mine;

good whore! - Why, is not this a lamentable thing And all combin'd, save what thou must combine grandsire, that we should be thus afilicted with tiese By holy marriage. When, and where, and liow, strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these pardose We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, moy's,

who stand so much on the new form, that I'll tell thee as we pass : but this ! pray,

they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? O, their That thou consent to marry us this day.

bons, their bons!
Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is here!

Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,

Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo!
So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring :-)
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. flesh , flesh, how art thou fishified! - Now is he ha
Jesu Maria! What a deal of brine

the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura, to be
Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! lady, was but a kitchen-wench ; - marry, she had a
How much salt water thrown away in waste, better love to be-rhyme her: Dido a dowde; Cleo-
To season love, that of it doth not taste!

patra, a gipsy; Helen and Hero, hildings and bar-
Tlie sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, lots; Thisbé, a grey eye or so, but not to the per-
Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears; pose. - Signior Romeo, bon jour! there's a Freach
Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit salutation to your French slop. You gave us the
Of an old tear, that is not wash'd off yet: counterfeit fairly last night.
If e'er thon wast thyself, and these woes thine, Rom. Good-morrow to you both. What counterfeit
Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline; did I give you?
And art thon chang’d? pronounce this sentence then : Mer. The slip, sir, the slip. Can yon not conceir?
Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was grea;
Rom. Thou child’st me oft for loving Rosaline. and, in such a case as mine, a man may strain courtesy
Fri, For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. Mer. That's at much as to say - such a case a
Rom. And bad'st me bury love.

yours constrains a man to bow in the hams.
Fri. Not in a grave,

Rom. Meaning -- to courtsy.
To lay one in, another out to have,

Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it.
Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she, whom I love now, Rom. A most courteous exposition.
Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
The other did not so.

Rom. Pink for flower.
Fri. O, she knew well,

Mer. Right.

Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell. Rom. Why, then is my pump well flowered,
But come, young waverer, come go with me,

Mer. Well said. Follow me this jest now,
In one respect I'll thy assistant be;

hast worn ont thy pump; that, when the single sout For this alliance may so happy prove,

of it is worn, the jest may remain, after the wearing To turn your households' rancour to pure love, solely singular. · Rom, 0, let us hence; I stand on sndden haste. Rom. o single-soled jest, solely singular for uka Fri. Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. singleness!

(Exeunt. Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my
SCENE IV.-A street.

Rom. Switch and spars, switch and spurs;

cry a match,
Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be?-- Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose
Came he not home to-night?

lave done; for thou hast more of the wild goosent
Ben, Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in my abcd
Mer. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that live. Was I with you there for the goose?

Rom. Thoa wast never with me for any thing, shes
Torments him so, that he will sure run mad, thon wast not there for the goose.

Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.
Hath sent a letter to his father's house.

Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not!
Mer. A challenge, on my life.

Mer. Thý wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is :
Ben. Romeo will answer it.

most sharp sauce.
Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a letter. Rom, And is it not well served in to a sweet goase?
Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he Mer. O, here's a wit of chevcrel, that stretches
dares, being dared.

from an inch narrow to an ell broad!
Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stab- Rom. I stretch it out for that word-broad: wheel
bed with a white wench's black eye; shot through added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad
the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his heart goose.
cleft with the blind bow-boy's buttshaft; and is he Mer. Why, is not this better now than grupuri
a man to encounter Tybalt?

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meo; now art thon what thou art, by art as well as Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so' vexed, that every by nature : for this driveling love is like a great na-part about me quivers. Scurvy koave!--Pray you, tūral, that runs Jolling up and down to hide his sir, a word! and as I told you, my young lady bade bauble in a hole.

me inquire you out; what she bade me say, I will Ben. Stop there, stop there!

keep to myself: but first let me tell ye,


ye should Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against lead her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were the hair.

a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say: for Ben. Thou would'st else have made thy tale large. the gentlewoman is young and therefore, if you should Mer: 0, thou art deceived, I would have made it deal double with her, truly, it were an ill thing to short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale. be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer. Rom. Nurse, commend me tothy lady and mistress. Rom. Here's goodly geer!

I protest unto thee,
Enter Nurse and Peter.

Nurse. Good heart! and, i'faith, I will tell her as
Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail!

much: Lord, lord, she will be a joyful woman. Ben. Two, two! a shirt, and a smock!

Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost Nurse. Peter!

not mark me. Peter. Anon?

Nurse. I will tell her, sir, - that you do protest; Nurse. My fan, Peter!

which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
Mer. Pr’ythee, do, good Peter, to hide her face; Rom. Bid her derise some means to come to shrift
for her fan's the fairer of the two.

This afternoon;
Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen! And there she shall, at friar Laurence' cell,
Bler. God ye good den, fair gentlewoman! Be shriv'd, and married. Here is for thy pains.
Nurse. Is it good den ?

Nurse. No, truly, sir! not a penny!
Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy hand Rom. Go to! I say, you shall !
of the dial is now upon the prick of noon.

Nurse. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.
Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you? Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey-wall:
Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made him- Within this hour my man shall be with thee;
self to mar.

And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair ;
Nurse. By my troth, it is well said ! — For himself which to the high top-gallant of my joy
to mar, quoth’a? - Gentlemen, can any of you tell Must be my convey in the secret night.
me where I may find the young Romeo?

Farewell! – Be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains,
Rom. I can tell you; but young Romeo will be Farewell! — Commend me to thy mistress!
older when you have found him, than he was when Nurse. Now, God in heaven bless thee!- Hark
you sought him: I am the youngest of that name,
for 'fault of a worse.

Rom. What say'st thon, my dear nurse?
Nurse. You say well.

Nurse. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say-
Mer. Yea, is the worst well ? very well took, i'faith ; Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
wisely, wisely.

Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel." Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence Nurse. Well, sir! my mistress is the sweetest lady

-Lord, lord! when 'twas a little prating thing,-0, Ben. She will indite him to some supper.

-there's a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho!

fain lay kuile aboard; but she, good soul, had as Rom. What hast thou found?

lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her Mer. No hare, sir! unless a hare, sir, in a lenten sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the properer pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks An old hare hoar,

as pale, as any clout in the varsal world. Doth not And an old hare hoar,

rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?

Rom. Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an Pa.
Is very good meat in lent:

Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's vame. R. is
But a hare that is hoar,
Is too muclı for a score,

for the dog. No; I know it begins with some other When it hoars ere it be spent.

letter: and she hath the prettiest sententious of it,

and rosemary, that it would do you good to Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to hear it. Barreró dinner thither.

Rom. Commend me to thy lady!

[Exit. Rom. I will follow you.

Nurse. Ay, a thousand times! · Peter!
Mer. Farewell, ancient lady! farewell, lady, lady, Pet. Anon?

(Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio. Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before![Exeunt.
Nurse. Marry, farewell! – I pray you, sir, what
saucy merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery

SCENE V.- Capulet's garden.
Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear him-

salf talk; and will speak more in a minute, than he Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the
will stand to in a month.
Nurse.An 'a speak any thing against me, I'll take in half an hour she promis'd to return.
him down an 'a were lustier, than he is, and twenty Perchance, she cannot meet him :

- that's not so. such Jacks; and, if I cannot, I'll find those that o, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts, shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, am none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand Driving back shadows over low'ring hills: by too, and sufler every knave to use at his plea- Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, sure?

And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. Pet, I saw no nise you at his pleasure; if I Now is the sun upon the highmost hill had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve warrant you! I dare draw as soon as another man, if I Is three long hours, yet she is not come, sce occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side. Had she affections, and warm youthful blood,

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Jul. Hie to high fortune!-- honest nurse, farewell! My words would bandy her to my sweet love,

(Exeunt. And his to me:

SCENE VI, — Friar LAURExce's cell. But old folks, marry feign as they were dead;

Enter Friar LAURENCE and Rongo. Unwieldy, show, heavy and pale as Icad.

Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act,

That after-hours with sorrow chide us not! Enter Nurse and PETER.

Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow cat, O God, she comes! O honey nurse, what news? Hast thou met with him ? Send thy man away!

It cannot countervail the exchange of joy,

That one short minute gives me in her sight: Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate! (Exit Peter. Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Jul. Now, good sweet nurse, O lord! why look'st Then love-devouring death do what he dare, thou sad?

It is enough I may but call her mine. Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet uews And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, By playing it to me with so sour a face,

Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave a while; - Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, Fye, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had! And in the taste confonnds the appetite:

Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so ;
Nay, come, I pray thee, speak! - good, good nurse, Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Nurse. Jesu, what haste ? can you not stay a while? Here comes the lady!-0, so light a foot
Do you not see, that I am out of breath?

Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast A lover may bestride the gossomers, breath

That idle in the wanton summer air,
To say to me—that thou art out of breath? And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
The excuse, that thou dost make in this delay, Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor.
Is longer, than the tale thou dost excuse.

Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter

, for as both. Is thy news good or bad? answer to that;

Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too much. Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:

Roin. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?

Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, nor This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue he; though his face be better, than any man's, yet Unfold the imagin'd happiness, that both his leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, Peceive in either by this dear encounter

. and a body, – though they be not to be talked on, Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter, than in words, yet they are past compare. He is not the Hower of Brags of his substance, not of ornament; courtesy, but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a They are but beggars, that can count their wordt lamb. Go thy ways, wench! serve God! What, Bat my true love is grown to such excess, have you dineil at home?

I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth. Jul. No, no! But all this did I know before : Fri, Coine, come with me, and we will make shart What says he of our marriage? what of that?

work; Nurse. Lord, how my head aches! what a head For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, have I!

Till holy church incorporate two in one! {Excurs It 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,

Аст III. To catch my death with jaunting up and down!

SCENE I. -- A public place. Jul. I'faith, I am sorry that thou art not weil: Enter Mercurio, Benvolio

, Page, and Sereais. Sweet, sweet, sweet purse, tell me, what

Ben, I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire! Nurse. Your lore says like an honest gentleman, The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl; And, I warrant, a virtuous. Where is your mother? For now, Jul. Where is my mother? - why, she is within; Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that, she

these hot days, is the mad blood stirring Where should she be? How oddly thou reply'st !

he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword Your love says like an honest gentleman.- upon the table, and says: God send me no need of Where is your mother?

thee! and, by the operation of the second can Nurse. 0, God's lady dear!

draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there is no Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow;

need. Is this the poultice for my aching bones ?

Ben. Am I like such a fellow? Henceforward do your messages yourself.

Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in the Jul. Here's such a coil;—come, what says Romeo ? mood as any in Italy; and as soon moved to be Nurse. Ilave you got leave to go to shrist to-day? moody, and as soon moody to be moved. Jul. I have.

Ben. And what to? Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence cell, Mer. Nay, an there were two such, we should have There stays a husband to make you a wife: none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thon Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,

why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a haw They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. mure, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast Hie you to church; I must another way,

Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking pats To fetch a ladder, by the which your love

having no other reason bot because thou hast begel Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark:

eyes. What eye, but such an eye, would spy I am the drudge, and toil in your delight

such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels, w But you shall bear the burden soon at night.

an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath been Go, I'll to dinner; hic you to the cell !

beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. The

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