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letter; and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it. Rom. Commend me to thy lady.
[Exit. Nurse. Ay, a thousand times.- Peter! Pet. Anon! Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before.
[Exeunt. SCENE V. Capulet's Garden.
i The speech is thus continued in the quarto, 1597 :
should be thoughts,
What says my love ?" The greatest part of this scene is likewise added since that edition. Shakspeare, however, seems to have thought one of the ideas comprised in the foregoing quotation, from the earliest quarto, too valuable to be lost. He has, therefore, inserted it in Romeo's first speech to the apothecary, in Act v.:
“ As violently as hasty powder fired
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb."
Enter Nurse and PETER.
( God, she comes !-O honey nurse, what news? Hast thou met with him ? Send thy man away.
Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. [Exit PETER.
look'st thou sad?.
Nurse. I am weary; give me leave awhile ;-
Jul. I would thou had'st my bones, and I thy news. Nay,come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse, speak. Nurse. Jesu, what haste? Can you not stay
awbile ? Do you not see that I am out of breath? Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast
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 I did know before ; What says he of our marriage? what of that? Nurse. Lord, how my head aches ! what a head
have 1! It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. My back o’t’ other side, –0, my back, my back !
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. 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 ;
0, God's lady dear!
Jul. Here's such a coil,-come, what says Romeo ?
Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' cell ; There stays a husband to make you a wife. Now comes the wanton blood
up your cheeks ; They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. 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; But you shall bear the burden soon at night. Go, I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell. Jul. Hie to high fortune !-Honest nurse, farewell.
SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO. Fri. So smile the Heavens upon this holy act, That after-hours with sorrow chide, us not !
1 This scene is exhibited in quite another form in the first quarto, 1597. The reader may see it in the variorum Shakspeare.
Rom. Amen, amen! But come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight. 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. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die! like fire and powder, Which, as, they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately: long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.?
Here comes the lady ;-0, so light a foot
bestride the gossarners That idle in the wanton summer air, And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor.
Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
1 “Precipitation produces mishap."
“ Yout love is quick, swifter than swiftest speed,
See where she comes !
Of love and joy, see, see, the sovereign power!”
But my true love is grown to such excess,
Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make short
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone,
SCENE I. A public Place.
Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants. Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire; The day is hot,' the Capulets abroad, 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 ?
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 cye,
1 It is observed, that, in Italy, almost all assassinations are committed during the heat of summer.