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meo; nov 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 krave!--Pray you, tural, that runs lolling 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, if ye should Aler. 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. O, 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 to thy lady and mistress. Rom. Here's goodly geer!
I protest unto thee, –
Nurse. Good heart! and, i'faith, I will tell her as
much: Lord, Idrá, she will be a joyful woman. Ben. Two, two! a shirt, and a smock!
Ron. 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 ofi'er.
Be shriv'd, and married. Here is for thy pains.
Nurse. No, truly, sir! not a penny!
Nurse. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.
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 thou, my dear nurse?
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 with you.
-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 knile aboard; but she, good soul, had as Rom. What hast thou found ?
lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see him. Ianger her Mler. 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 yon, 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 P.
Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. R. is
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. 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? lady!
[Eseunt 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
Enter JULIET. self 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; 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 0, she is lame! love’s heralds should be thoughts, shall. Scurry knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; ! 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 suffer every koave to use at his plea- Therefore do nimble-piuion'd doves draw love, sure?
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. Pet. I saw no man use 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, -- vet she is not come. sce occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side. Had she affections, and warm youthful blood,
lain asleep in a tailor, for with another, band? and
ye Ben, Anlit
hour and a Mer. The f
Tyb. Mercut Mer, Consop an thou make but discords shall maler
Ben. Wete Either witha Or reason co Or else depa Mer. Men's
gaze; I will not be
She'd be as swift in motion, as a ball;
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 Laurence's celi. But old folks, many feigo as they were dead;
Enter Friar Laurence and Romeo. Unwieldy, show, heavy and pale as lead.
Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
That after-hours with sorrow chide us not!
Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
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
Jul. I would, thon hadst my bones, and I thy news: Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so;
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,
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:
Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy jog 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, not This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue he; though his face he 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, Pieceive 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, l'II warrant him, as gentle as a They are but beggars, that can count their worthi lamb. — Go thy ways, wench! serve God! What, But 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. Come, come with me, and we will make short What says he of our marriage? what of that?
Till holý church incorporate two in one! (Exezh.
А ст III.
SCENE I. - A public place.
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 copy Nurse. 0, God's Jady dear!
draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there is av 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?
Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in the
Ben. And what to?
Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking pats
such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels, es But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
man. Mer. But Marry, go Your worst
Tyb. Roma No better to
Rom. Tyb Doth much
To such as Therefore
Tyb. Boy, That thou
Rom. I do But love th Till thou sl
And so, 300
Nier. Good nine lives;
as you shall
the eight. pilcher by your ears e Tyb. I am Rom. Ger Mer. Com Rom. Dra Beat down Forbear thì
an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath beti Go, I'll to dinner; hic you to the cell !
beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. Thor
Mer. I ar Aplague
hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the Is he gone, and hath nothing?
(Exit Page. Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any Rom. Courage, man! the hurt cannot be much. man should buy the fee-simple of my life for an Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide hour and a quarter.
as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask Mer. The fee-simple? O simple!
for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave Enter TYBALT, und Others.
man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets ! A plague o' both your houses !- 'Zounds, a dog, a Mer. By my heel, I care not!
rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them. — braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book Gentlemen, good den : a word with one of you. of arithmetic ! - Why the devil came you between
Mer. And but one word with one of us ? Couple us? I was hurt under your arm.
Tyb. You will find me apt enough to that, sir, if Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
Or I shall faint !- A plague o' both your houses! Mer. Could you not take some occasion without | They have made worm's meat of me; giving?
I have it, and soundly too. — Your houses!
(Ereunt Mercutio and Benvolio. Mer. Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? Rom. This gentleman, the prince's nrar ally, an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt but discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that In my behalf; my reputation stain'd shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!
With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men : Ilath been my kinsmau:-0 sweet Juliet, Either withdraw into some private place,
Thy beauty hath made me efleminate, Or reason coldly of your grievances,
And in my temper soften'd valour's steel. Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on ns.
Re-enter BENTOLIO. Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! gaze;
That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds, I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. Enter ROMEO.
Rom. Tliis day's black fate on more days doth de-
This but begins the woe, others must end.
follower; Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. Your worship, in that sense, may call him— man. Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
Tyb. Romeo, the hate I bear thee, can afford Away to heaven, respective lenity,
Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee, Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
That late thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul To such a greeting ; - villain am I none;
Is but a little way above our heads, Therefore farewell! I see, thou know'st me not. Staying for thine to keep him company; Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries Either thou, or ), or both, must go w
with him! That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw !f Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him Rom. I do protest, I never injur'd thee;
[They fight; Tybalt falls. As dearly as mine own, - be satisfied.
Ben. Romeo, away, be gone!
[Draws. Stand not amaz'd: the prince will doom thee Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk ?
death, Tyb. What would'st thou have with me? If thou art taken :- hence !- begone!-away! Mer. Good king of cats, pothing, but one of your Rom. 0! I am fortune's fool! nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and, Ben. Why dost thou stay? (Exit Romeo. as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of
Enter Citizens, etc. the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his 1 Cit. Which way run he, that kill'd Mercutio ? pilcher by the ears ? make haste, lest mine be about Tybalt, that marderer, which way ran 'he? your ears ere it be out.
Ben. There lies that Tybalt.
(Drawing. 1 Cit. Up, sir, go with!
Wives, and Others.
(Exeunt Tybalt and his Partizans. That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. Mer. I am hart;
Lu. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin! - O my brother's A plague o' both the houses ! - I am sped !
A damned sair
In such a go
Nurse. The No faith, no All forsworn. Ah, where's These griefs, Shame come
Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spill'd Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
Come, night! Come, Romeo! come, thou day in
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. -
Take him, and cut him out in little stars, With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly And he will make the face of heaven so fine, bow'd,
That all the world will be in love with night, Could not take truce with the unruly spleen And pay no worship to the garish son. of Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts
0, I have bought the mansion of a love,
may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse, Retorts it. Romeo he cries aloud,
Enter Nurse, with cords. Hold, friends! friends, part! and, swifter, than his And she brings news : and every tongae that speaks tongue,
But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence. -. His agile arm beats down their fatal points, Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
cords, An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life That Romeo bade thee fetch? Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled:
Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords!
[Throws them down But by and by comes back to Romeo,
Jul. Ah me! what news? why dost thou wring thy
Alack the day! - he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead !
Jul. Can heaven be so envious ?
O Romeo! Romeo!
Who ever would have thought it? — Romeo! And all those twenty could but kill one life: Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment me I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;
thus? Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell
. Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but I, Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? And that bare vowel I shall poison more,
Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercatio's friend ; Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:
Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, 1.
If he be slain, say -- I; or if pot, no:
Brief sounds determine of my weal, or woe.
A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
Pale, pale as ashes, all bedawb'd in blood,
Jul. • break, my heart! – poor bankrupt bread
Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here;
Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
That ever I should live to see thee dead!
Is Romeo slaughter’d; and is Tybalt dead?
Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doos! As Phaeton would whip you to the west,
For who is living, if those two are gone? And bring in cloudy night immediately. –
Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
Jul. () God! That run-away's eyes may wink; and Romeo
did Romeo's hand shed Tybal's Leap the these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen!
blood ? Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
Nurse. It did, it did! alas the day! it did!
Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical !
Despised substance of divinest slow!
Will you go
Hark ye, s
Vll to him
Jul. O ho And bidhi
Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, Affliction is enamopr'd of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.
Rom. Father, what news? what is the prince's When thou did'st bower the spirit of a fiend
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
Is my dear son with such sour company:
I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's
doom? Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae :- Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, These griefs, these
these sorrows make me old. Not body's death, but body's banishment.. Shame come to Romeo !
Rom. Ha ! banishment? bě merciful, say - death!
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Fri. Hence from Verona art thoa banished:
Rom. There is no world without Verona walls,
But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
And world's exile is death:— then banishment
And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.
More honourable state, more courtship lives
On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand,
Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
But Romeo may not; he is banished:
And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death?
But banished - to kill me; banished ?
O friar, the damned use that word in hell!
Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
up those cords ! - Poor ropes, you are beguild, Rom. Yet banished ? -- hang up philosophy!
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom;
It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more!
Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
Doting like me, and like me banished,
Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear