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Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd: So ho .
Mer. No, hare, Sir, but a bawd. Rimeo, will you come to your father's ? we'll to dinner thither.
Rom, I will follow you.
[Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio. Nurse. I pray you, Sir, what faucy merchant was this that was so fall of his roguery?
Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute, than, he will stand to in a month.
Nurse. An'a speak any thing against me, I'll take him down an' he were luftier than he is, and twenty
such jacks: and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave, I am none of his flirt gills; and thou must itand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure.
[To her man. Pet. I saw no man use you at his pleasure : if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my fide.
Nurs. Now, afore God, I am so vext, that every part about me quivers Scurvy knave! Pray you, Sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bid me enquire you out. What she bid me say, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they fay; for the gentlewoman is young, and therefore if
should deal double with lier, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman.
Rom. Commend me to thy lady and mistress, I proteft 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 dost not mark me.
Nurfe. I will tell her, Sir, that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentleman like offer.
Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to shrift this afternoon.
And there she shall at friar Lawrence's cell
Nurse. No truly, Sir, not a penny.
Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall:
Nurse. Well, 'Sir, my mistress is the sweeteft lady ; lord, lord, when t'was' a liitle prating thingthere is a noble man 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:
anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the properer man; but I'll warrant you, when I say fo, she looks as pale as any clout in the versal world. Rom. Commend me to my lady
(Exit Romeo. Nurse. A thousand times. Peter ? Pet. Anon. Nurse. Take my fan, and go before. [Exeunt.
Jul. T nurse
S c Ε Ν Ε V.
She'd be as swift in motion as a ball,
[Exit Peter, Jul. Now, good sweet Nurse O Lord, why look's thoa sad ?
Nurse. I am a weary, let me rest a while:
Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice ; you know not how to choose a man: Go thy ways, wench, serve 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 haye I? It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces, My back o’th’orher side -O
my back, my
back : Beshrew your heart, for sending me about, To catch my death with jaunting up and down.
Jul. I'faith I'm sorry that thou art to ill ; Sweet, swert, sweet nurse, tell me what says my love,
Nurse. Your love fays like an honest gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And I warrant a virtuous -Where is
you so hot? marry come up! I trow. Is this the pultice for my aking banes ? Hence-forward do your messages yourself.
Jul. Here's such a coil; come, what says Romeo ? Nurse. Have vou got leave to go to Narift to day? Jul. I have.
Where is your
Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Lawrence' cell,
shall bear the burden soon at night. Go, I'll 10 dinner, hie you to the cell.
Jul. Hie to high fortune: Honeft nurse, farewel.
S C E N E VI.
Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo.
That after-hours of sorrow chide us not !
Fri. There violent delights have violent ends,
, so light is vanity.
Rom. Ah Juliet, if the measure of thy Joy Be heapt like mine, and that thy skill be more
To blazon it; then sweeten with thy breath
Jul. Conceit more rich in matter than in words,
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.
А ст III,
Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, and servants.
BE N V OLIO.
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 (nortly, 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 haft: thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason, but because thou hait hazel eyes ; chou hait quarreld with a man for coughing in the itreet, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in