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She'd be as swift in motion as a ball;
Enter Nurse, with Peter,
O good, she comes. O honey Nurse, what news ? Halt thou met with him? send thy man away.
Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. (Exit Peter.
Jul. Now, good sweet Nurse,
Nurse. I am a weary, let me rest a while;
news! Nay, come, 'I pray thee, speak-Good, good nurse,
Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice ; you know not how to chufe a man : Romeo, no, not he ; though his face be better than any man's, yet his legs excel all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body, tho' they be not to be talk'd on, yet they are 8
past compare. He is not the lower of courtesy, but I warrant him, as gentle as a lamb-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
have I? It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. My back o’th other side my back, my back: Beshrew your heart, for sending me about To catch my death with jaunting up and down.
Jul. I 'faith, I am sorry that thou art fo ill. * Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
Nurse. Your love says like an honest 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, she is within; Where should she be? how odly thou reply'st ! Your love says like an honest gentleman :Where is your mother?
Nurse. Are you so hot ? marry, come up, I trow, Is this the poultice for my aking bones ? Hence-forward do your messages yourself. Jul. Here's such a coil. Come, what says Ra
meo? Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? Jul. I have,
Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence cell,
up your cheeks,
Go, I'll to dinner, hie you to the cell. Jul, Hie to high fortune ?honest nurse, fare. wel.
S. CE N E VI.
Changes to the Monastery.
Enter Friar Lawrence, and Romeo,
That after-hours with forrow chide us not !
Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they meet, consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in its own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite ; Therefore love mod’rately, long love doth fo. 3 Too swift arrives as tardy as too Now.
Enter Juliet. 11
Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot
Jul. Good even to my ghostly Confeffor.
7 To9 fuift arrives]. He that ney, as he that travels flow. travels too fast is as long before Precipitation produces mishap. he comes to the end of his jour.
Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make short
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone,
* The day is hot, the Capulets abroad;
* The day is hot,] It is observed tions are committed during the than in Italy almost all affaslina. heat of summer.
"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 to?
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, pr a hair less, in his beard, than thou haft. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hasel 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 quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the Sun. Didst 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 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, Petruchio, and others.
Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets.
Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them. Gentlemen, good-den, a word with one of you.