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Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
Enter Nurse and PETER.
Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. [Exit Peter.
look'st thou sad ?
my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had ! 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?
edition. Shakspeare, however, seems to have thought one of
Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast
to me -that thou art out of breath?
Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a mạn: 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 did I know before; What
says he of our marriage ? what of that ? Nurse. Lord, how my head akes ! what a head
have I ? It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. My back o't'other side,-0, my back, my back!-Beshrew 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 ; Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest? Your love says like an honest gentleman,Where is your mother? Nurse.
0, god's lady dear!
you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow; Is this the poultice for my aking bones ? Henceforward do your messages yourself. Jul. Here's such a coil,—come, what
Romeo ? Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day ? Jul. I have. Nurse. Then bie
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 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;
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.
Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and Romeo 1.
Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
Fri. These violent delights have violent ends?,
1 This scene is exhibited in quite another form in the first quarto, 1597. But it is hardly worth exhibiting here in its original state. The reader may see it in the variorum Shakspeare, or in the play as published by Steevens among the twenty quartos. 2 So in Shakspeare's Rape of Lucrece:
• These violent vanities can never last.'
And in their triumph die! like fire and powder,
Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor.
Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
3 · He that travels too fast is as long before he comes to the end of his journey as he that travels slow. Precipitation produces mishap.'--Johnson. 4 This passage originally stood thus :
• Youth's love is quick, swifter than swiftest speed,
Of love and joy, see, see, the sovereign power ! However the poet might think the alteration of this scene on the whole to be necessary, I am afraid (says Steevens) in respect of the passage before us, he has not been very successful. The violent hyperbole of never wearing out the everlasting flint, appears not only more reprehensible, but even less beautiful than the lines as they were originally written, where the lightness of Juliet's motion is accounted for from the cheerful effects the passion of love produced in her mind.
• See King Lear, Act iv. Sc. 6, note 9.
Jul. Conceito, 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 sum up half my sum of wealth. Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make
short work; For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Till holy church incorporate two in one. [Exeunt.
SCENE I. A public Place.
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
6 Conceit here means imagination. Vide Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 4, note; and vol. iii. p. 201, note 5. 7 So in Antony and Cleopatra :
• There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.' 1 It is observed, that, in Italy, almost all assassinations are committed during the heat of summer. In Sir Thomas Smith's Commonwealth of England, 1583, b. ii. c. xix. p. 70, it is said :* And commonly every yeere, or each second yeere, in the beginning of sommer or afterwards (for in the warme time the people for the most part be more unruly) even in the calme time of peace, the prince with his council chooseth out,' &c.