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She'd be as fwift in motion as a ball,

My words would bandy her to my sweet love,

And his to me.

Enter Nurfe.

O Heav'n! fhe comes. Oh honey Nurfe, what news? Haft thou met with him? fend thy man away.

Nurfe. Peter, ftay at the gate.
Jul. Now, good sweet Nurfe

O Lord, why look'ft thou fad ?

[Exit Peter,

Nurfe. I am a weary, let me reft a while:
Fy, how my bones ake, what a jaunt have I had ?
Jul. Nay, come, I pray thee speak-Good, good
nurse, speak.

Is thy news good or bad? anfwer to that.
Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
Let me be fatisfied, is't good or bad?

Nurfe. Well, you have made a fimple choice; you know not how to choose a man: Go thy ways, wench, ferve God- -What, have you dined at home?

Jul. No, no -but all this did I know before: What fays he of our marriage? what of that?

Nurfe. Lord, how my head akes? what a head haye I? It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces,

back:

My back o'th' other fide- O my back, my
Befhrew your heart, for fending me about,
To catch my death with jaunting up and down.
Jul. I'faith I'm forry that thou art fo ill;
Sweet, fweet, fweet nurse, tell me what fays my love.
Nurfe. Your love fays like an honeft gentleman,
And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,
And I warrant a virtuous- -where is your mother?
Jul. Where is my Mother? why, fhe is within,
Where should she be? how odly thou reply'it!
Your love fays like an honeft gentleman:

Where is your

mother

Nurfe. O our lady dear,

Are

you fo hot? marry come up! I trow. Is this the pultice for my aking bones? Hence-forward do your meffages yourself.

Jul. Here's fuch a coil; come, what fays Romeo?
Nurfe. Have vou got leave to go to fhrift to day?
Jul. I have.

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Nurfe.

cheeks

Nurfe. Then hie you hence to friar Lawrence' cell,
There stays a husband to make you a wife.
Now comes the wanton blood up in your
Hie you to church, I muft another way,
To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
Muft climb a bird's neft foon, when it is dark.
I am the drudge and toil in your delight,
But you fhall bear the burden foon at night.
Go, I'll to dinner, hie you to the cell.
Jul. Hie to high fortune:
Honeft nurfe, farewel.

[Exeunt

SCE NE

VI.

Fri.

S9

The Monaftery.

Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo.

O fmile the heav'ns upon this holy act,
That after-hours of forrow chide us not!
Rom. Amen, amen, but come what forrow can
It cannot countervail th' exchange of joy,
That one fhort minute gives me in her fight:
Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
Then love devouring death do what he dare,
It is enough I may but call her mine.

Fri. Thefe violent delights have violent ends,
And in their triumph die; like fire and powder,
Which as they meet, confume. The sweetest honey
Is loathfome in its own deliciousness,

And in the taste confounds the appetite :
Therefore love mod'rately.

Enter Juliet.

Here comes the lady. O fo light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint;
A lover may bestride the goffamour,
That idles in the wanton fummer air,
And yet not fall, fo light is vanity.

ful. Good-even to my ghoftly confeffor.

Fri. Romeo fhall thank thee, daughter, for us both. Rom. Ah Juliet, if the measure of thy Joy

Be heapt like mine, and that thy skill be more

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To blazon it; then fweeten with thy breath:
This neighbour air, and let rich mufick's tongue
Unfold th' imagin'd happiness, that both
Receive in either, by this dear encounter.

Jul. Conceit more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his fubftance, not of ornament:
They are but beggars that can count their worth
But my true love is grown to fuch excess,

I cannot fum up one half of

my wealth.

Fri. Come, come with me;

For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone,
Till holy church incorp'rate two in one.

[Exeunt.

ACT III,

SCENE I.

I

The STRE E T.

Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, and fervants.

BENVOLI O.

Pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire;

The day is hot, the Capulets abroad;

And, if we meet we fhall not 'fcape a brawl.

Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his fword upon the table, and fays, God fend me no need of thee; and by the operation of a fecond cup, draws it on the drawer, when indeed, there is no need.

Ben. Am I like fuch a fellow?

Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; an there were two fuch, we should have none fhortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair lefs in his head than thou haft: thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason, but because thou haft hazel eyes; thou haft quarrel'd with a man for coughing in the ftreet, becaufe he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain afleep in

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the fun. Didft thou not fall out with a Tailor for wearing his new doublet before Eafter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me for quarrelling!

Ben. If I were fo apt to quarrel as thou art, any man fhould buy the fee-fimple of my life for an hour and a quarter.

Enter Tibalt, Petruchio, and others.

Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets.
Mer. By my heel, I care not.

Tib. Be near at hand, for 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 fomething, make it a word and a blow.

Tib. You fhall find me apt enough to that, Sir, if you will give me occafion.

Mer. Could you not take fome occafion without giving? Tib. Mercutio, thou confort'ft with Romeo.

Mer Confort? what, doft thou make us minstrels! if thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but difcords: here's my fiddleftick, here's that fhall make you dance, zounds! confort!

[Laying his hand on his Sword.

Ben. We talk here in the publick haunt of men: Either withdraw into fome private place,

Or reafon coldly of your grievances,

Or elfe depart; here all eyes gaze on us.

Mer. Mens eyes were made to look, and let them

gaze,

I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

Enter Romeo.

Tib. Well, peace be with you, Sir, here comes my

man.

Mer. But I'll be hang'd, Sir, if he wear your livery.
Tib. Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford

No better term than this; thou art a villain.
Rom. Tibalt, the reason that I have to love thee,
Doth much excufe the appertaining rage
To fuch a greeting: villain I am none,
Therefore farewel, I fee thou know'st me not.

Tib.

Tib. Boy, this fhall not excufe the injuries
That thou haft done me, therefore turn and draw.
Rom. I do protest I never injur'd thee,
But love thee better than thou canst devise ;
And fo, good Capulet, (whofe name I tender
As dearly as my own) be fatisfied.

Mer. O calm, difhonourable vile fubmiffion!
Ha! la ftoccata carries it away-Tibalt

catcher.

Tib. What would't thou have with me?

-you rat

Mer. Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives, that I mean to make bold withal; Will you pluck your fword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make hafte, left mine be about your ears ere it be out.

Tib. I am for you, Sir.
Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
Mer. Come, Sir, your paffado.

Rom. Draw, Benvolio

Gentlemen

[Drawing.

[Mercutio and Tibalt fight.

beat down their weapons

-for fhame forbear this outrage

Hold Tibalt, good Mercutio

Mer. I am hurt

A plague of both your houses! I am sped:

Is he gone, and hath nothing?

Ben. What, art thou hurt?

[Exit Tibalt.

Mer. Ay, ay, a fcratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. Go, fetch a furgeon.

Rom. Courage, man, the hurt cannot be much.

Mer. No, 'tis not fo deep as a well, nor fo wide as a church-door, but 'tis enough, 'twill ferve: I am pepper'd, I warrant, for this world- a plague of both your houses!-What?---a dog, a rat, a moufe, a cat, to fcratch a man to death a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetick? why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm. Rom. I thought all for the best.

Mer. Help me into fome house, Benvolio,

Or I fhall faint; a plague o' both your houfes!
The have made worms meat of me,

I have it, and foundly too; plague o' both your houses!

[Exeunt Mer. and Ben.

CENE

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