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Jul. I have.
Nurfe. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' cell, There stays a husband to make you a wife. Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, They'll be in fcarlet ftraight at any news. Hie you to church, I must another way, To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Muft climb a bird's-neft soon, when it is dark. I am the drudge and toil in your delight, But you fhall bear the burthen soon at night. Go, I'll to dinner, hie you to the cell. Jul. Hie to high fortune;
honeft nurse, farewel. [Exeunt.
SCENE changes to the Monastery..
Enter Friar Lawrence, and Romeo.
O fmile the heav'ns upon this holy A&,'
Fri. These violent delights have violent ends,
Here comes the lady. O, fo light a foot
Jul. Good even to my ghoftly Confeffor.
Fri. Romeo fhall 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 fhall not stay alone, 'Till Holy Church incorp'rate two in one.
SCENE, The STRE E T.
Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, and Servants.
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad;
Mer. Thou art like one of thofe fellows, that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and fays, God fend me no need of thee! and, by the operation of the fecond cup, draws it on the Drawer, when, indeed, there is no need.
Ben. Am I like fuch a fellow ?
Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy VOL. VIII.
mood as any in Italy; and as foon mov'd to be moody, and as foon moody to be mov'd.
Ben. And what to?
Mer.Nay, an' there were two fuch, 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 lefs, in his beard, than thou haft: thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reafon but because thou haft hafel eyes; what eye, but such an eye, would spy out fuch 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 quarrel'd with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the Sun. Didft thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Eafter? with another, for tying his new fhoes with old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me for quarrelling!
Ben. If I were fo apt to quarrel as thou art, any man fhould buy the fee fimple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
Mar. The fee-fimple? O fimple!
Enter Tybalt, Petruchio, and others.
Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets.
Tyb. Follow me clofe, for I will speak to them. Gentlemen, good-den, a word with one of you.
Mer. And but one word with one of us? couple it with fomething, make it a word and a blow.
Tyb. You fhall find me apt enough to that, Sir, if you will give me occafion.
Mer. Could you not take fome occafion without giving? Tyb. Mercutio, thou confort'ft with Romeo
Mer. Confort! what doft thou make us minstrels! if thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but difcords: here's my fiddleftick; here's That, shall make you dance. Zounds! confort!
[Laying his hand on his fword. Ben. We talk here in the publick haunt of men :
Either withdraw unto fome private place,
Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
Tyb. Well, peace be with you, Sir! here comes my
Mer. But I'll be hang'd, Sir, if he wear your livery: Marry, go first to field, he'll be your follower; Your Worship in that fense may call him man.
Tyb. Romeo, the love, I bear thee, can afford No better term than this, thou art a villain. ·
Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Mer. O calm,difhonourable, vile fubmiffion!
Tyb. What wouldst thou have with me?
Mer. Good King of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives, that I mean to make bold withal } and as you fhall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your fword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, left mine be about your ears, ere it be out.
Tyb. I am for you.
Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
[Mercutio and Tybalt fight.
Rom. Draw, Benvolio beat down their weapons Gentlemen for fhame, forbear this outrageTybalt Mercutio the Prince exprefly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona ftreets.
A plague of both the houses! I am sped:
Ben. What, art thou hurt?
Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry,
Where is my page? go, villain, fetch a furgeon. Rom. Courage, man, the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 'tis not fo deep as a well, nor fo wide as a church-door, but 'tis enough, 'twill ferve: ask for me to morrow, and you fhall find me a grave man. I am pepper'd, I warrant, for this world: a plague of both your houses! What? a dog, a rat, a moufe, a cat, to fcratch a man to death? a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetick? why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
Rom. I thought all for the best.
Mer. Help me into fome house, Benvolio, Or I fhall faint; a plague o' both your houses! They have made worms-meat of me, I have it, and foundly too. Plague o' your houses! Exeunt Mer. Ben.
Rom. This Gentleman, the Prince's near allie,
Ben. C Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead;