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Call, good Mercutio.


Ab me!
Nay, I'll conjure too.- Rom.

She speaks Rorneo! humours! madman! passion! lover! O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh,

As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; As is a winged messenger of heaven Cry but-Ah me! couple but-love and dove; Unto the white up-turned wond'ring eyes Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,

Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, Ooe nick-name for her purblind son and heir, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,

And sails upon the bosom of the air. When king Cophetua lov'd the beggar-maid. l- Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou RoHe heareth not, stirreth not, moveth not ;

meo? The ape? is dead, and I must conjure him. - Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,

(Aside. That in thy likeness thou appear to us.

Jul. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy; Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.

Mer. This cannot anger him : 'twould anger him What's Montagıre? it is nor hand, nor foot, To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle,

Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down;

What's in a name? that which we call a rose, That were some spite: my invocation

By any other name would smell as sweet;
Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, So Romeo would, were he not Romeo cal!'d,
I conjure only but to raise up him.

Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Ben. Come, he bath hid himself among those Without that title :-Romeo, doff6 thy name; trees,

And for that name, which is no part of thee, To be consorted with the humorous3 night:

Take all myself. Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.


I take thee at thy word: Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Call me but love, and I'll be new' baptiz'd; Now will he sit under a medlar-tree,

Henceforth I never will be Romeo. And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.

in night, Romeo, good night;—I'll to my truckle-bed ; So stumblest on my counsel? This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:


By a name
Come, shall we go?

I know not how to tell thee who I
Go, then; for 'tis in vain

My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
To seek him here, that means not to be found. Because it is an enemy to thee;

(Exeunt. Had I it written, I would tear the word. SCENE II.—Capulet's garden. Enter Romeo. of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound;

Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague ?

[Juliet appears above, at a window. Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. But, soft! what light through yonder window Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and breaks?

wherefore? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!

The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, And the place death, considering who thou art, Who is already sick and pale with grief,


my kinsmen find thee here. That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Róm. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch Be not her maid, 4 since she is envious;

these walls; Her vestal livery is but sick and green,

For stony limits cannot hold love out : And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.

And what love can do, that dares love attempt, It is my lady; 0, it is my love:

Therefore thy kinsmen are no let? to me. 0, that she knew she were !

Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of that? Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Her eye discourses, I will answer it.

Than twenty of their swords; look thou but sweet, I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks : And I am proof against their enmity. Two of the fairęst stars in all the heaven,

Jul. I would not for the world, they saw thee here. Having some business, do entreat her eyes Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their To twinkle in their spheres till they return.

sight; What if her eyes were there, they in her head? And, but thou love me,8 let them find me here: The brightness of her cheek would shame those My life were better ended by their hate, stars,

Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this Would through the airy region stream so bright,

place? That birds would sing, and think it were not night. Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. O, that I were a glove upon that hand,

I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far That I might touch that cheek!

As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea, (1) Alluding to the old ballad of the king and (3) Humid, moist. the beggar.

(4) A votary to the moon, to Diana. (2) This phrase in Shakspeare's time was used (5) Owns, possesses.

(6) Do off. as an expression of tenderness.

(?) Hindrance. (8) Unless thou love me.

any of

the nay

I would adventure for such merchandise. Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, Jul. Thou know'st, the mask of night is on my By one that I'll procure to come to thee, face;

Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay, For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. And follow thee, my lord, throughout the world: Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny, Nurse. (Within.) Madam. What I have spoke ; But farewell compliment ! Jul. I come, anon :-But if thou mean'st not Dost thou love me? I know, thou wilt say-Ay;

well, And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st,

I do beseech thee,
Thou may'st prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, Nurse. (Within.] Madam.
They say, Jove laughs. O, gentle Romeo,


By and by, I come :If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully : To cease thy suít, and leave me to my grief : Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,

To-morrow will I send.
I'll frown, and be perverse,


So thrive my soul,
So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world. Jul. A thousand times good night! (Exit.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;

Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy And therefore thou may'st think my haviourl light: light.But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their Than those that have more cunning to be strange.

books; I should have been more strange, I must confess, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. But that thou over-heard'st, ere I was 'ware,

(Retiring slowly My true love's passion : therefore pardon me;

Re-enter Juliet, above.
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.

Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-0, for a falconer's Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,

voice, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops, To lure this tassel-gentley back again! Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; moon,

Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, That monthly changes in her circled orb, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. With repetition of my Romeo's name. Rom. What shall I swear by ?

Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name : Jul.

Do not swear at all;|| How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious-self, Like softest music to attending ears ! Which is the god of my idolatry,

Jul. Romeo ! And I'll believe thee.


My sweet!
If my heart's dear love-


At what o'clock to-morrow Jul. Well, do not swear : although I joy in thee, Shall I send to thee? I have no joy of this contract to-night:


At the hour of nine. It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden;

Jul. I will not fail; 'tis twenty years till then. Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, I have forgot why I did call thee back. Ere one can say—It lightens. Sweet, good night! Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it. This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Rememb'ring how I love thy company. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Come to thy heart, as that within my breast ! Forgetting any other home but this.

Rom. 0, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ? Jul. 'T'is almost morning, I would have thee Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?

gone : Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow And yet no further than a wanton's bird; for mine.

Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,6 And yet I would it were to give again.

And with a silk thread plucks it back again, Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it? for what pur- So loving-jealous of his liberty.

Rom. I would, I were thy bird. Jul. But to be frank,3 and give it thee again. Jul.

Sweet, so would I: And yet I wish but for the thing I have: Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet My love as deep; the more I give to thee,

sorrow, The more I have, for both are infinite.

That I shall say-good night, till it be morrow. (Nurse calls within.

(Exit. I hear soine noise within ; Dear love, adieu ! Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy Anon, good nurse Sweet Montague, be true.

breast ! Stay but a little, I will come again. (Exit. 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest !

Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell ; Being in night, all this is but a dream,

His help to crave, and my dear hap? to tell. (Exit. Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.

SCENE III.-Friar Laurence's cell. Enter Fri. Re-enter Juliet, above.

ar Laurence, with a basket. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning indeed.

night, If that thy bent4 of love be honourable,

Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;

And fleckede darkness like a drunkard reels (1) Behaviour. (2) Shy. (3) Free. (4) Inclination.

(6) Fetters. (7) Chance, fortune. (5) The male of the goshawk.

(8) Spotted, streaked!

pose, love?

From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's' || So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies wheels :

Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Now ere the sun advance his burning eye,

Jesu Maria! what a deal of brine
The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline !
I must fill up this osier cage of ours,

How much salt water thrown away in waste,
With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. To season love, that of it doth not taste!
The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
What is her burying grave, that is her womb: Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;
And from her womb children of divers kind Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
We sucking on her natural bosom find;

Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet : Many for many virtues excellent,

If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, None but for some, and yet all different.

Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline; O, mickle is the powerful grace,2 that lies And art thou chang'd ? pronounce this sentence In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities :

thenFor nought so vile that on the earth doth live, Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. But to the earth some special good doth give; Rom. Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline. Nor augbt so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, Fri. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse : Rom. And bad'st me bury love. Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied ;


Not in a grave, And vice soinetime's by action dignified.

To lay one in, another out to have. Within the infant rind of this small flower

Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she, whom I love Poison hath residence, and med'cine power:

now, For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each | Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; part;

The other did not so. Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.


O, she knew well, Two such opposed foes encamp them still Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell, In man as well as berbs, grace, and rude will; But come, young waverer, come go with me, And, where the worser is predominant,

In one respect I'll thy assistant be; Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. For this alliance may so happy prove,

To turn your households' rancour to pure love. Enter Romeo.

Rom. O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.3 Rom. Good morrow, father!

Fri. Wisely, and slow; they stumble, that run Benedicite ! fast.

(Ereunt. What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

SCENE IV-A street. Enter Benvolio and Young son, it argues a distemper'd bead,

Mercutio. So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed : Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be? And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; Came he not home to-night? But where unbruised youth, with unstuff'd brain, Ben. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign : Mer. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted weneh, Therefore thy earliness doth me assure,

that Rosaline, Thon art up-rous'd by some distemp'rature; Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. Or if not so, then here I hit it right

Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. Hath sent a letter to his father's house.

Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine. Mer. A challenge, on my life. Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? Ben. Romeo will answer it. Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no; Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a I have forgot that name, and that name's wo. letter. Fri. That's my good son : But where bast thou Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how been then ?

be dares, being dared. Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead; I have been feasting with mine enemy;

stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot tho. Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me, rough the ear with a love-song ; the very pin of his That's by me wounded; both our remedies heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft; Within thy help and holy physic lies :

And is he a man to encounter Tybalt? I bear no hatred, blessed man; for, lo,

Ben. Why, what is Tybalt? My intercession likewise steads my foe.

Mer. More than prince of cats,5 I can tell you. Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;|| O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. He fights as you sing prick-song,6 keeps time, disRom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love tance, and proportion ; rests me his minim rest, one, is set

two, and the third in your bosom : the very butcher On the fair daughter of rich Capulet :

of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine ;

of the very first house, -of the first and second And all combin'd, save what thou must combine cause : Ah, the immortal passado! the punto reBy holy marriage : When, and where, and how, verso ! the hay !? We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, Ben. The what? I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,

Mer. The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting That thou consent to marry us this day. fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents !- By Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is here : | Jesu, a very good blade ! —a very ta


Sa Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, very good whore !-Why, is not this a lamentable (1) The sun. (2) Virtue.

(4) Arrow. (5) See the story of Reynard the fos. (3) i. e. It is of the utmost consequence for me (6) By notes pricked down. to be hasty.

(7) Terms of the fencing-school.

thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afilicted | natural, that runs lolling up and down, to hide his with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these bauble in a hole. pardonnez-moys, who stand so much on the new Ben. Stop there, stop there. form, that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against 0, their bons, their bons !!

the hair. Enter Romeo.

Ben. Thou would'st else have made thy tale

large. Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. Mer. O, thou art deceived, I would have made

Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring :-Ollit short: for I was come to the whole depth of my flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified !-Now is he fortale; and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura, to his no longer. lady, was but a kitchen-wench ;-Marry, she had Ron. Here's goodly geer! a better love to be-rhyme her: Dido, a dowdy ;

Enter Nurse and Peter. Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen and Hero, hildings and harlots; Thisbe, a grey eye or so, but not to the Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail ! purpose.—Signior Romeo, bon jour! there's a Ben. Two, two; a shirt, and a smock. French salutation to your French slop.2 You gave Nurse. Peter! us the counterfeit fairly last night.

Peter. Anon? Rom. Good-morrow to you both.

What coun

Nurse. My fan, Peter.9 terfeit did I give you?

Mer. Prøythee, do, good Peter, to hide her face ; Mer. The slip, sir, the slip;Can you not con- for her fan's the fairer of the two. ceive?

Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen. Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was Mer. God ye good den, fair gentlewoman. great; and, in such a case as mine, a man may Nurse. Is it good den? strain courtesy

Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy hand Mer. That's as much as to say-such a case as of the dial is now upon the prickil of noon. yours constrains a man to bow in the hams.

Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you? Rom. Meaning—to court'sy.

Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it.

himself to mar. Rom. A most courteous exposition.

Nurse. By my troth, it is well said ;-For bimMer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. self to mar, quoth'a?-Gentlemen, can any of you Rom. Pink for flower.

tell me where I may find the young Romeo? Mer. Right.

Rom. I can tell you; but young Romeo will be Rom. Why, then is my pump4 well flowered. older when you have found him, than he was when

Mer. Well said : Follow me this jest now, till you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the single for 'fault of a worse. sole of it is worn, the jest may remain, after the Nurse. You say well. wearing, solely singular.

Mer. Yea, is the worst well? very well tooka Rom. O single-soleds jest, solely singular for thei'faith ; wisely, wisely, singleness !

Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confia Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits dence with you. fail.

Ben. She will indite him to some supper. Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho! I'll cry a match.

Rom. What hast thou found ? Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chace,6 Mer. No hare, sir ; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten I have done; for thou hast more of the wild-goose pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in my

An old hare hoar, 12 whole five: Was I with you there for the goose ? Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing,

And an old hare hoar, when thou wast not there for the goose.

Is very good meat in lent : Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.

Bui a hare that is hoar,

Is too much for a score, Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not.

When it hoars ere it be spent. Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting ;? it is a most sharp sauce.

Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to Rom. And is it not well served in to a sweet dinner thither. goose?

Rom. I will follow you. Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel,8 that stretches Mer. Farewell, ancient lady ; farewell, lady, from an inch narrow to an ell broad!

lady, lad;.13 (Éxe. Mer. and Ben, Rom. I stretch it out for that word-broad : Nurse. Marry, farewell !-I pray you, what saucy which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide merchant14 was this, that was so full of his ropery a broad goose.

Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning || himself talk; and will speak more in a minute, for love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Ro-than he will stand to in a month. meo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as Nurse. An 'a speak any thing against me, I'll by nature : for this drivelling love is like a great || take him down an 'a were lustier than he is, and (1) In ridicule of Frenchified coxcombs.

(9) was the custom for servants to carry the (2) Trowsers or pantaloons, a French fashion in || lady's fan. Shakspeare's time.

(10) Good even. (3) A pan on counterfeit money, called slips. (12) Hoáry, mouldy. (4) Shoe. (5) Slight, thin.

(13) The burden of an old song. (6) A horse-race in any direction the leader (14) A term of disrespect in contradistinction to chooses to take.

gentleman. (7) An apple. (8) Soft stretching leather. (15) Roguery


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twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those || Rom. Commend me to thy lady. (Exit. that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt- Nurse. Ay, a thousand times. —Peter! gills; I am none of his skains-mates :l-And thou Pet. Anon? must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before. me at his pleasure?

(Exeunt. Pet. I saw no man use you at his pleasure ; if I bad, my weapon should quickly have been out, 1 SCENE V.-Capulet's garden. Enter Juliet. warrant you : I dare draw as soon as another man, Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on

nurse ;

In half an hour she promis'd to return. Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that|| Perchance, she cannot meet him: that's not 80.every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave!—Prayo, she is lame ! love's heralds should be thoughts, you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, lady bade me inquire you out; what she bade me Driving back shadows over louring hills: say, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, if ye should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they | And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they Now is the sun upon the highmost hill say: for the gentlewonnan is young; and therefore, of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve if you should deal double with her, truly, it were Is three long hours,-yet she is not come. an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and Had she affections, and warm youthful blood, very weak dealing

She'd be as swift in motion as a ball; Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mis- | My words would bandys her to my sweet love, tress. I protest unto thee,

And his to me : Nurse. Good heart! and, i'faith, I will tell her But old folks, many feign as they were dead; as much: Lord, lord, she will be a joyful woman. Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead. Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse ? thou dost

Enter Nurse and Peter. not mark me.

Nurse. I will tell her, sir,--that yon do protest ;|| O God, she comes S-O honey nurse, what news ? which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. Hast thou met with him ? Send thy man away. Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. (Exit Peter. sbrift2

Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,-0 lord! why This afternoon;

look'st thou sad? And there she shall at friar Laurence cell Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily ; Be sbriv'd, and married. Here is for thy pains. If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet news Nurse. No, truly, sir; not a penny.

By playing it to me with so sour a face. Rom. Go to; I say, you shall.

Nurse. I am weary, give me leave a while ;Nurse. This afternoon, sir ? well, she shall be Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had! there.

Jul. I would, thou hadst iny bones, and I thy Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbeywall :

Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse, Within this hour my man shall be with thee;

speak. And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair; Nurse. "Jesu! What haste? Can you not stay Which to the high top-gallant: of my joy

a while ? Must be my convoy in the secret night.

Do you not see, that I am out of breath? Farewell ! Be trusty, and I'll quit

thy pains. Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast Farewell !--Commend me to thy mistress.

breath Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee !-Hark | To say to me—that thou art out of breath?

The excuse, that thou dost make in this delay, Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse? Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. Nurse. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er bear Is thy news good, or bad ? answer to that; say

Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance : Two may keep counsel, putting one away? Let me be satisfied, is'i good or bad ?

Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel. Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice;

Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest you know not how to choose a man : Romeo ! no, lady-Lord, lord !—when 'twas a little prating|| not he; though his face be better than any man's, thing,-0,-there's a nobleman in town, one Paris, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a that would fain lay knife aboard ; but she, good foot, and a body,—though they be not to be talked soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see on, yet they are past compare : He is not the flower him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris of courtesy,—but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I lamb.-Go thy ways, wench; serve God.-Wbat, say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the varsal have you dined at home? world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both Jui. No, no: But all this did I know before ; with a letter?

What says he of our marriage? what of that? Rom. Ay, nurse ; What of that? both with an R. Nurse. Lord, how my head aches ! what a head Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. R

have I! is for the dog. No; I know it begins with some It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. other letter: and she hath the prettiest sententious My back o't'other side,-0, my back, my back! of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you Beshrewo your heart, for sending me about, good to hear it.

To catch my death with jaunting up and down ! (1) A mate or companion of one wearing a (4) Requite. akain ; a short sword.

(5) Drive her, as a ball struck with a bandy; (2) Confession.

i. e. a bat or battledorę. (3) The highest extremity of the mast of a ship.!! (6) Ill betide.


you, sir.

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