Imatges de pÓgina

Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd: So ho .
Rom. What halt thou found ?

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.
Mer. Farewel, ancient lady.

[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.


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And there she shall at friar Lawrence's cell
Be shriv'd and married; here's for thy pains.

Nurse. No truly, Sir, not a penny.
Rom. Go to, I say, you shall.
Nurse. This afternoon, Sir ? well, me shall be there.

Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall:
Within this hour my man shall be with thee,
And bring thee cords made like a tackled itair,
Which to the high top gallant of my joy
Must be my convoy in the secret night,
Farewel, be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains.

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.

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Capulet's House.

Enter Juliet.
HE clock struck nine, when I did send the

In half an hour she promis'd to return.
Perchance she cannot meet him - That's not fo.
Oh she is lame; love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun-beams,
Driving back shadows over lowring hills.
Therefore do nimble pinion'd doves draw love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
Now is the fun upon the highmoft hill
Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve-
Is three long hours -- and yet she is not come;
Had the affections and warm youthful blood,


She'd be as swift in motion as a ball,
My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me.

Enter Nurse.
O Heav'n! The comes. Os honey Nurse, what news ?
Hait thou met with him ? send thy man away.
Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate.

[Exit Peter, Jul. Now, good sweet Nurse O Lord, why look's thoa sad ?

Nurse. I am a weary, let me rest a while:
Fy, how my bones ake, what a jaunt have I had ?
Jul. Nay, come, I pray thee speak Gool, good

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

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


Jul. Where is my Mother ? why, she is within,
Where should she be? how odly thou reply'ít!
Your love Jays like an honeft gentleman :

Nurse. O our lady dear,

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,
There stays a husband to make you a wife.
Now comes the wanton blood


your cheeks
Hie you to church, I must another way,
To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark,
I am the drudge and toil in your delight,

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.


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The Monastery.

Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo.
Fri. O smile the heav'ns upon this holy act,

That after-hours of sorrow chide us not !
Rom. Amen, amen, but come what sorrow can
It cannot countervail th’exchange of joy,
That one short 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. There 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.

Enter Juliet.
Here comes the lady. O fo light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint
A lover may bestride the gossamour,
That idles in the wanton summer air,
And yet not fall

, so light is vanity.
Jul. Good-even to my ghoAly confessor.
Fri. Romeo shall 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


To blazon it; then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbour air, and let rich musick'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 substance, not of ornament:
They are but beggars that can count their worth ;
But my true love is grown to such 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.

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Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, and servants.

Pray thee, good Mercurio, let's retire ;
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad;
And, if we meet we shall not 'scape a brawl.

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



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