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Jul. I'faith, I am sorry that thou art not well :
Jul. Where is my mother :-why, she is within ;
Nurse. O, God's lady dear!
Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Lawrence' cell,
639 Jul. Hie to high fortune !-honest nurse, farewel.
Friar LAWRENCE's Cell. Evter Friar LAWRENCE,
Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, That after-hours with sorrow chide us not!
Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, 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 Live-devouring death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine.
Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph, die ; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume: The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness,
652 And in the taste confounds the appetite : Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
660 Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
Jul, Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too
Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
short work; For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, "Till holy church incorporate two in one. [Excunt.
ACT IN. SCENE I.
A Street. Enter MERCUTIO, Benvolio, Page, and
Benvolio. 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 stirring. 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 the 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; and as soon mov'd to be moody, and as soon moody to be mov'd.
Ben. And what too?
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 quarrellid with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath waken'd 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 !
30 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. i Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets. Mer. By my heel, I care not.
Tyb. Follow me close, fór I will speak to them.Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.
Mer. And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something ; make it a word and a blow.
40 · Tyb. You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, if you will give me occasion.
Mer. Could you not take some occasion without giving ? :
Tyb. Merčutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,
Mer. Consort! what, dost thou make us ministrels? an thou make minstrels of us, look to lear nothing but discords: here's my fiddlestick ; here's that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!
Ben. We talk here in the publick haunt of men : Either withdraw into some private place,
51 Or reason coldly of your grievances, Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them
gaze; I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir! here comes
my man. · Mer. But I'H be hang'd, sir, if he wear your livery : Marry, go first to field, he'll be your follower;