aboard; but the, good foul, had as lieve fee a toad, a very Rom. Commend me to thy Lady Pet. Anon. Nurfe. Take my fan, and go before. [Exit Romeo. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Capulet's Houfe. Jul. The clock ftruck nine, when I did fend the nurse : In half an hour fhe promis'd to return. Perchance the cannot meet him That's not fo- Of this day's journey, and from nine 'till twelve My words would bandy her to my fweet love, Enter Nurfe, with Peter. O God, fhe comes. What news? Haft thou met with him? fend thy man away. Nurse. Peter, ftay at the gate. Jul. Now, good sweet nurse. O Lord, why look'ft thou fad? Nurfe. I am a weary, let me reft a while; [Exit Peter. Fy, how my bones ake, what a jaunt have I had! Nay Good nurse, speak. Nay come, I pray thee speak Jul Is thy news good or bad? answer to that; Let me be fatisfied, is't good or bad? Nurfe. Well, you have made a fimple choice; you know not how to chufe a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his face be better than any man's, yet his legs excel all méns, and for a hand and a foot, and a body, tho' they be not to be talk'd on, yet they are paft compare. He is not the flower of courtefie, but I warrant him as gentle as a lamb→→ Go thy ways, wench, ferve God What, have you dined at home? Jul. No, no but all this did I know before: What fays he of our marriage? what of that? Nurfe. Lord, how my head akes! what a head have I? It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. My back a t'other fide O my back, my back: Sweet, fweet, fweet nurse, tell me, what fays my love? And a courteous, and a kind, and a handfome, And I warrant a virtuous where is your mother? Jul. Where is my mother? why, the is within; Where is your mother! Nurfe. O, God's Lady dear, Are you fo hot? marry come up, I trow, Jul. Here's fuch a coil; come, what fays Romeo 2. Nurfe. Then hie you hence to friar Lawrence' cell, Hie you to church, I muft another way, Jul. Hie to high fortune; honeft nurfe, farewel! [Exeunt, BAS CENE VI. The Monaftery. Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo. Fri. So fmile the heav'ns upon this holy act, Rom. Amen, amen! but come what forrow can, Fri. Thefe violent delights have violent ends, And in the taste confounds the appetite : Enter Juliet. Here comes the Lady. O, fo light a foot And yet not fall, fo light is vanity. Jul. Good-even to my ghoftly Confeffor. Fri. Romeo fhall thank thee, daughter, for us both. Be heapt like mine, and that thy skill be more Jul. Conceit more rich in matter than in words, D3 Brage Brags of his fubftance, not of ornament: 97 They are but beggars that can count their worth,d birort But my true love is grown to fuch excefs, TOTTOME I cannot fum up one half of my wealth. ad T M Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make short work, For, by your leaves, you fhall not stay alone, m 'Till holy church incorp'rate two in one. [Exeunt. @ Jollof Jer A C T III. SCENE 1 susiskoɔɔ The Street. Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, and Servants, promont Ben. Pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire, And if we meet, we fhall not 'fcape a brawl;200 Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that when he enters the confines of a tavern claps me his fword upon the table, and fays, God fend me no need of thee! and by the operation of a fecond cup, draws it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need. Ben. Am I like fuch a fellow? i Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy 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 fhould have none fhortly, 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 reason, but because thou hast hafel eyes; what eye, but fuch an eye, would fpy out fuch a quarrel? thy head is as full of quar rels, as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling thou hast quar. rel'd with a man for coughing in the ftreet, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain afleep in the fun. Didft thou not fall out with a taylor 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 Ben. If I were fo apt to quarrel as thou art, any mari fhould buy the fee-fimple of my life for an hour and a quarter. Mer. The fee-fimple ? O fimple! dow frodox Enter Tybalt, and others. Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets. Mer. By my heel, I care not. 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 3. 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 fhall make you dance. Zounds! confort! [Laying his band on bis fword. Ben. We talk here in the publick haunt of men : Either withdraw unto fome private place, Or reafon coldly of your grievances, Or elfe depart here all eyes gaze on us. Mer. Mens eyes were made to look, and let them gaze j I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. Enter Romeo. Tyb. Well, peace be with you, Sir, here comes my man. That thou haft done me, therefore turn and draw, |