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I dare draw as soon as another man, if I fee occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my lide.
Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vex'd, that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave!--Pray you, fir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you out; what the bade me fay, 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 doft not mark me.
Nurse. I will tell her, fir,-that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to thrift
Nurse. No, truly, sir; not a penny.
Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey-wall :
Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee !--Hark you, sir.
Nurse. Is your man secret ? Did you ne'er hear fay— Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel.
Nurse. Well, fir; my mistress is the sweetest ladyLord, lord !-when 'twas a little prating thing, -0,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.
Enter JULIET. Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the nurse; In half an hour she promis'd to return. Perchance, the cannot meet him :-that's not fo. O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
Driving back shadows over lowring hills :
Enter Nurse and PETER.
O God, the comes !-0 honey nurse, what news ?
[Exit PETER Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,--O lord ! why look'it thou
Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave a while ;-
Jul. I would, thou hadît my bones, and I thy news: Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse, speak.
Nurse. Jesu, What hafte ? can you not stay a while ? Do you not see, that I am out of breath?
Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath To lay to me-that thou art out of breath? The excuse, that thou dost make in this delay, Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. Is thy news good, or bad ? answer to that;
Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance :
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 talk'd on, yet they are paft compare : He is not the flower of courtesy,—but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.-Go thy ways, wench ; ferve 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 akes! what a head have I?
Jul. l' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well :
Nurse. Your love fays like an honest gentleman,
Jul. Where is my mother ?why, she is within ;
O, God's lady dear! Are you
so hot? Marry, come up, I trow; Is this the poultice for my aking bones? Henceforward do your messages yourself.
Jul. Here's such a coil ;-Come, what says Romeo ?
There stays a husband to make you a wife :
Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter Friar LAURENCE and ROMEO.
Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
Fri. These violent delights have violent ends,