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Rom. And stay, good Nurse, behind the abbey wall: Within this hour my man shall be with thee, And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair, Which to the high top gallant of my joy Must be my convoy in the secret night. Farewell, be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains.
Nurse. Well, sir, my mistress is the sweetest lady: lord, lord, when 'twas a little prating thing-Oh, 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.
Rom. Commend me to thy lady--[Exit Romeo.
Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the
Nurse, In half an hour she promis'd to return. Perchance she cannot meet him-That's not som Oh, she is lame; love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun-beams, Driving back shadows over low'ring hills. Therefore do nimble pinion'd doves draw love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. Now is the sun upon the highmost hill Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
Is three long hours--and yet she is not come;
news? Hast thou met with him?
Nurse. I am a-weary, give me leave awhile:
Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice: you know not how to chuse a man:-- -What, have you dined at home ?
Jul. No, 10—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
Jul. l'faith, I'm sorry that thou art so ill;
what Nurse, Your love says, like an honest gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And I warrant a virtuous- -where is
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: “ Where is your
mother? Nurse. Oh, our lady dear!
says my love.
Are you so hot ? marry, come up! I trow.
Romeo ? Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? Jul. I have.
Nurse. Then hie you hence, to Friar Lawrence'cell, There stays a husband, to make you a wife. Hie you to church, I must another way, To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark. Go, I'll to dinner, hie you to the cell. Jul. Hie to high fortune: honest Nurse, farewell.
Rom. Amen, amen; but come what sorrow can,
Fri. These violent delights have violent ends,
[Erit Romeo. Here comes the lady. Oh so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint A lover may bestride the gossamer
That idles in the wanton summer air,
Enter Romeo and JULIET.
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: They are but beggars, that can count their worth ; But my true love is grown to such excess, I cannot sum up one half of my wealth.
Fri. Come, come with me; For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Till holy church incorporate two in one. [Exeunt.
ACT THE THIRD.
Enter MERCUTIO and Benvol10.
Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says, God send me no need of thee! and by the operation of a second cup, draws it on the drawer, when indeed, there is no need.
Ben. Am I like such a fellow?
Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; 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 head than thou hast: thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason, but because thou hast hazel eyes; 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 taylor, for wearing his new doublet before Easter with another, for tying his new shoes with old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me for quarrelling!
Ben. If 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.
Enter TIBALT and Two SERVANTS.
Tib. Be near at hand, for I will speak to them.
Mer. And but one word with one of us ? couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.
Tib. You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, if you will give me occasion.
Mer. Could you not take some occasion, without giving?
T'ib. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo.
Mer. Consort? what, dost thou make us minstrels ? if thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing