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Doth grace

Rom. I pray thee chide not: she whom I love now

for grace, and love for love allow : The other did not so.

Fri. Oh she knew well
Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell.
But come young waverer, come go
In one respect I'll thy assistant be:
For this alliance may so happy prove,
To turn your houshold-rancour to pure love.

Rom. O let us hence, I stand on sudden haste.
Fri. Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.

with me,

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.

The Street.

Enter Benvolio and Mercutio.

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Mer.

HERE the devil should this Romeo be? came he

not home to-night? Ben. Not to his father's, I spoke with his man.

Mer. Why that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, torments him so, that he will sure run mad.

Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a letter to his father's house.

Mer. A challenge on my life.
Ben. Romeo will answer it.
Mer. Any man that can write, may answer a letter.
Ben. Nay he will answer the letter's master, 'if he be challeng’d.

Mer. Alas poor Romeo, he is already dead! (tabb’d with a wbite wench’s black eye, run through the ear with a love-long, the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's but !.; and is he a man to encounter Tybalt?

1 how be dares, being dared.

Ben. Why, what is Tybalt ?
Mer. More than prince of cats.

Oh he's the couragious captain of compliments; he fights as you sing prick-songs, keeps time, distance, and proportion; rests his minum, one, two,

and the third in your bosom; the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the very first house of the first and second cause; ah the immortal passado, the punto reverso, the hay

Ben. The what ?
Mer. The pox of such antick lisping affected phantasies, these

tuners of accents: - Jesu, a very good blade, - a very tall man -----a very good whore. Why is not this a lamentable thing, grandfire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these pardon-me's, who stand so much on the new form that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench. O their bones, their bones!

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Enter Romeo.

Ben. Here comes Romeo.

Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring. O flesh, flesh, how art thou filhified: Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a kitchen-wench; marry she had a better love to berime her: Dido a dowdy, Cleopatra a gipsie, Helen and Hero bildings and harlots: Thisby a gray eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior Romeo, bonjour, there's a French falutation to your French stop. Rom. Goodmorrow to you both.

Enter

* Mer. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.

Rom. What counterfeit did I give you?
Mer. The flip Sir, the flip: can you not conceive?

Rom. Pardon Mercutio, my business was great, and in such a case as mine, a man may strain curtesy.

Mer. That's as much as to say, such a case as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams. m turners.

Rom.

Enter Nurse and her man.
Rom. Here's goodly gear: a fayle! a fayle.
Mer. Two, two, a shirt and a smock.
Nurse. Peter.
Pet. Anon.
Nurse. My fan, Peter.

Mer. Do good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer of the two.

Rom. Meaning to curtsie.
Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it.
Rom. A most courteous exposition.
Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesie.
Rom. Pink for flower.
Mer. Right.
Rom. Why then is my pump well flower'd.

Mer. Sure wit follow me this jest, now, till thou haft worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing, foly-singular.

Rom. O single-fold jest.
Solely fingular, for the singleness.

Mer. Come between us good Benvolio, my wit faints.

Rom. Switch and spurs,
Switch and spurs, or I'll cry a match.

Mer. Nay, if our wits run the wild-goose chase, I am done: for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits, than I am sure I 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 car for that jest.
Rom. Nay, good goose bite not.

Mer. Thy wit.is a very bitter sweeting,
It is a most sharp fawce.

Rom. And is it not well-serv'd in to a sweet goose?

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, than groaning for love? Now thou art fociable; now art thou Romeo ; now art thou what thou art, by art, as well as by nature; for this driveling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.

Ben. Stop there, stop there.
Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.
Ben. Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.

Mer. O thou art deceiv'd, I would have made it short, for I was come to the whole depth of my tale, and meant indced to occupy the argument no lon

ger. VOL. VI.

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Nurse. God ye good-morrow, gentlemen.
Mer. God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman.
Nurse. Is it good-den?

Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy band of the dyal 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

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Nurse. By my troth it is well said: for himself to mar, quotha? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find 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.

Nurse. You say well.

Mer. Yea, is the worst well ?
Yery well took, i’faith, wisely, wisely.

Nurse. If you be he, Sir,
I desire some confidence with

you.
Ben. She will invite him to some supper.

Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd. So ho. Romeo, will you come to your father's ? we'll to dinner thither,

Rom. I will follow you.

Mer. Farewel, ancient lady: Farewel lady, lady, lady.

[Exeunt Mercutio, Benvolio. Nurse. I pray you, Sir, what saucy merchant was this that was so full of his roguery? Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,

So ho.
Rom. What hast thou found?

Mer. No hare, Sir, unless a hare Sir, in a lenten pye; that is something
ftale and hoar ere it be spent.
An old hare hoar, and an old hare hoar, is very good meat in Lent.
But a hare that is hoar, is too much for a score, when it hoars ere it be spent.
Romeo, will you come &c.

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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 flirt-gils; I am none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure.

[To her 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 my self: 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, and very weak dealing

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

Nurse. Good beart, 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 proteft; which, as I take it, is a gentleman-like offer.

Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to shrift this afternoon,
And there she shall at friar Lawrence' cell
Be shriv'd and married: here is for thy pains.

Nurse. No, truly Sir, not a penny.
Rom. Go to, I say you

lay shall.
NO 2

Nurse.

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