Rom. Pink for flower. Mer. Right. Rom. Why, then is my pump well flowered. Mer. Well said: Follow me this jest now, till thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain, after the wearing, solely singular. Rom. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness! [wits fail. Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match. Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have done; for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, have in my whole five: Was I with you there for the goose? Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing, when thou wast not there for the goose. Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not. Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce. [goose? Rom. And is it not well served in to a sweet Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad! Rom. I stretch it out for that word-broad: which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose. Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature for this drivelling love is like a great natural, than runs lolling up and down to hide his banble in a hole. Ben. Stop there, stop there. [the hair. Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against Ben. Thou would'st else have made thy tale large. Mer. O, thou art deceived, I would have made it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale: and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer. Rom. Here's goodly geer! Enter Nurse and PETER. Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail! Ben. Two, two; a shirt, and a smock. Peter. Anon? Nurse. My fan, Peter. Mer. Pr'ythee, do, good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer of the two. Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen. Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon. Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you? Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made himself to mar. Nurse. By my troth, it is well said;-For himself to mar, quoth'a?-Gentlemen, oan 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. Rom. I will follow you. Mer. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, lady. [Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio. Nurse. Marry, farewell!-I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery? Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself 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 'a 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 flirtgills; I am none of his skains-mates:-And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at bis pleasure? 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 vexed, that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bade 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, 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 gentlemanlike offer. Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to This afternoon; [shrift And there she shall, at friar Laurence' cell Nurse. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there. [wall: Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey- Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse? say Two may keep counsel, putting one away? Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel. Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady-Lord, lord!-when 'twas a little prating thing,-O,there's 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. Peter, take my fan, and go before. SCENE V.-Capulet's Garden. [Exit. [Exeunt. Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the nurse; In half an hour she promis'd to return. Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve But old folks, many feign as they were dead; O God, she comes!-O honey nurse, what news? look'st thou sad? Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave a while;Fy, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had! Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy [speak. Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse, Nurse. Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile? news: Do you not see, that I am out of breath? Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurace 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, They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. 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, fare well. [Exeus SCENE VI.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE and ROMEO. Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, That after-hours with sorrow chide us not! Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow en It cannot countervail the 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. Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast And yet not fall; so light is vanity. breath To say to me-that thou art out of breath? 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 ou, 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? Nurse. Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I! It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for both. [mach Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks t Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heap'd 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: Fri. Come, come with me, and we will mai short work; For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone. Till holy church incorporate two in one. [Exem ACT III. SCENE I-A public Place. Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servant Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire: The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirris: Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, the Mer. Nay, 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 beard, than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: What eye, but such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelled 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 tailor, for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling! Ben. An 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. Mer. The fee-simple? O simple! Enter TYBALT, and others. Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets. Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them. Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men: as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of Beat down their weapons:-Gentlemen, for shame, Mer. I am hurt; : A plague o' both the houses!-I am sped:- Where is my page?-Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world:A plague o' both your houses!-'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic!-Why, the devil came you between us? I was burt under your arm. Rom. I thought all for the best. Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio, I have it, and soundly too:-Your houses! Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead; Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let This but begins the woe, others must end. them gaze; I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. my man. Enter ROMEO. Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir! here comes [livery: Mer. But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; Your worship, in that sense, may call him-man. Tyb. Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! (Draws.) Tyb. What would'st thou have with me? Mer. Good king of cats, nothing, but one of your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and, Re-enter TYBALT. Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain :- Why dost thou stay? [Exit Romeo. Enter Citizens, &c. 1 Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? Ben. There lies that Tybalt. 1 Cit. Up, sir, go with me; I charge thee in the prince's name, obey. Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, | Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin!-O my brother's Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spill'd Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink Could not take truce with the unruly spleen La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague, Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; His fault concludes but, what the law should end, Prin. And, for that offence, Immediately we do exile him hence: I have an interest in your hates' proceeding, My blood, for your rude brawls, doth lie a bleeding; But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine, [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Room in Capulet's House. Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, And learn me how to lose a winning match, For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die, And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks [cards, Ay, ay, the cords. (Throws them down.} Jul. Ah me! what news? why dost thou wing thy hands? [dead! Nurse. Ah well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's Romeo cas, Though heaven cannot :-O Romeo, Romeo!- Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,- at once! Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary! Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banish'd; blood? Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day! it did. A damned saint, an honourable villain!— When I, thy three-hours' wife, have mangled it? My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; All this is comfort; Wherefore weep I then? In that word's death; no words can that woe Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Nurse. Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true knight, SCENE III.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Too familiar Is my dear son with such sour company: Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say-death: Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, Fri. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog, O friar, the damned use that word in hell; A sin-absolver, and a friend profess'd, word. Rom. O thou wilt speak again of banishment. Rom. Yet banished?-hang up philosophy! Fri. O, then I see, that madmen have no ears. Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, |