Perchance, she cannot meet him :-that's not so. Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve My words would bandy her to my sweet love, But old folks, many feign as they were dead; Enter Nurse and PETER. O God, she comes! -O honey nurse, what news? Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. [Exit PETER. Jul. Now, good sweet nurse, -O lord! why look'st thou sad? Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; If good, thou sham'st the musick of sweet news Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave a while; - Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse, speak. Nurse. Jesu, What haste? can you not stay awhile? Do you not see, that I am out of breath? Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath To to me that thou art out of breath? say The excuse, that thou dost make in this delay, Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse, Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that; Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body, -though they be not to be talked on, yet they are past compare: He is not the flower of courtesy, but, I'll 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' t'other 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 am sorry that thou art not well: And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, Where is your mother? Nurse. Are O, God's lady dear! you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow; Is this the poultice for my aking bones? Jul. Here's such a coil, -Come, what says Romeo? Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' cell, They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. Jul. Hie to high fortune! honest nurse, farewell. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. · Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE and ROMEO. Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Enter JULIET. Here comes the lady;- O, so light a foot 7 Too swift arrives-] He that travels too fast is as long before he comes to the end of his journey, as he that travels slow. Precipitation produces mishap. A lover may bestride the gossomers 8 Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: They are but beggars that can count their worth; my true love is grown to such excess, But I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth. Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make short work; For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Till holy church incorporate two in one. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I.- A publick Place. Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants. Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire; The day is hot1, the Capulets abroad, 8 A lover may bestride the gossomers -] The gossomer is the long white filament which flies in the air in summer. 9 Conceit-] Conceit here means imagination. The day is hot,-] It is observed, that, in Italy, almost all assassinations are committed during the heat of summer. 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 moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved. Ben. And what to? is 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 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 Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling! sun. 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. Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets. |