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Mer. Thou hast most kiudly bit it.
Mer. Well said: Follow me this jest now, till thou hast worn out thy painp; that, when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain, after the wearing, solely singular.
Rom. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness !
Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits fail.
Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.
Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have done; for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: Was I with you there for the goose?
Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing, when thou wast not there for the goose.
Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.
Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.
Rom. And is it not well serv'd in to a sweet goose ?
Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad!
Rom. I stretch it out for that word-broad: which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.
Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Roineo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by valure: for this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down, to hide bis bauble in a hole.
Ben. Stop there, stop there.
Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in iny lale against the hair.
Ben. Thou wouldst else bave made thy tale large.
short: for I was come to the whole depth of my
Enter NURSE and Peter.
Mer. Pr’ythee, do, good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer of the two.
Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
Mer. ”Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon.
Nurse. Out opon you! what a man are you? Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made himself to mar.
Nurse. By my troth, it is well said ;-For himself to mar, quoth'a ?-Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo?
Rom. I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when you have found him, than he was when you sought him; I am the youngest of that name, for 'fault of a worse.
Nurse. You say well.
Mer. Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i'faith; wisely, wisely. Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence Ben. She will indile him to some supper. Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho! Rom. What hast thou found?
Mer. No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere il be spent.
An old hare hoar,
And an old hare hoar,
But a hare that is hoar,
Is ton much for a score,
Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to dinner thither.
Rom. I will follow you.
lady. [Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio. Nurse. Marry, farewell !-I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?
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 'a were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of bis flirt-gills; I am none of his skains-mates :-—And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasnre?
Pet. I saw po man use you at his pleasure; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, 1 warrant you: 1 dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side.
Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knavel-Pray you, sir, a word: apd as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say: for the gentlewoman is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly, it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.
Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest 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.
Nurse. I will tell her, sir,that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to shrift This afternoon; And there she shall at friar Laurence' cell
warrant you, when I say so, she als as pale as any
Be striv'd, and married. Here is for thy pains.
Nurse. No, truly, sir; not a penny. Rom. Go to; I say, you shall. Nurse. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there. Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey-wail: Within this hour my man shall be with thee; And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair; Which to the high top-gallant of my joy Must be my convoy in the secret night. Farewell!Be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains. Farewell !-Commend me to thy mistress.
Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee!-Hark you, sir. Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
Nurse. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear sayTwo may keep counsel, putting one away?
Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel.
Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest ladyLord, lord !—when 'twas a little prating thing, -0, there's a nobleman 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. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the
man; but, I'll
clout in the varsal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?
Rom. Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.
Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. R is for the dog. No; I know it begins with some other letter : and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you
and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it. Rom. Commend ine 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.
Enter JULIET. Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the In half an hour she promis'd to return. [nurse; Perchance, she cannot meet him :-thal's not so.0, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
Enter Nurse and Peter.
Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. [Erit Peter.
Nurse. I am a weary, give me leave awhile ;-
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? [breath
Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast To say to me—that thou art out of breath? 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; 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: 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