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SCENE VI.

Capulet's House,

Enter Juliet.

HE clock ftruck nine, when I did fend the nurfe:

In half an hour the promis'd to return.

Perchance the cannot meet him- That's not so-
Oh fhe is lame: love's heralds fhould be thoughts,
Which ten times fafter glide than the fun-beams,
Driving back fhadows over lowring hills.
Therefore do nimble pinion'd doves draw love,
And therefore hath the fwift-wing'd Cupid wings.
Now is the fun upon the highmost hill

Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve-
Ay three long hours and yet he is not come;
Had the affections, and warm youthful blood,
She'd be as swift in motion as a ball,

My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me.

Enter Nurfe.

O God, the comes. What news ?

Haft thou met with him? fend thy man away.
Nurfe. Peter, ftay at the gate.

Jul. How now fweet nurfe

O lord, why look'st thou fad ?

Nurfe. I am a weary, let me reft a while; Fy, how my bones ake, what a jaunt have d ́had ? Jul. I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: Nay come, I pray thee fpeak- Good nurse speak. Nurfe. Give me fome Aqua vite.

Jul. Is thy news good or bad? answer to that, Say either, and I'll Aay the circumstance:

Let me be fatisfied, is't good or bad?

Nurfe. Well, you have made a funple choice, you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no not be, hough his face be better than any man's, yet his legs

excel all mens, 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 GodWhat, have you dined at home?

Jul. No, no ← but all this did I know before: What fays he of our marriage? what of that?

back.:

Nurfe, Lord how my head akes! what a head haye I? It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. My back at'other fide O my back, my Befhrew your heart, for fending me about, To catch my death with jaunting up and down. Jul. I'faith I am forry that thou art fo ill. 5 Sweet, fweet, fweet murfe, tell me what fays my love? Nurfe. Your love fays like an honeft gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handfome, And I warrant a virtuous Where is your mother? Jul. Where is your mother? why he is within, Where fhould he be how odly thou reply'st! Your love fays like an honest gentleman & Where is your mother

Nurfe. O god's lady dear,

Are you fo hot marry come up I trow,
Is this the poultice for my aking bones?
Hence-forward do your meffages your felf.

Jul. Here's fuch a coil; come, what fays Romeo ?›
Nurfe. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?
Jul. I have.

Nurfe. Then hie you hence to friar Lawrence' cell, There ftays a husband to make you a wife,

Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
They'll be in fearlet straight 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 foon, when it is dark.
I am the drudge and toil in your delight,
But you fhall bear the burden foon at night.
Go, I'll to dinner, hie you to the cell.

Jul. Hie to high fortune, honeft nurfe farewel.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

Fri.

SCENE VII.

The Monaftery.

Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo.

O fmile the heav'ns upon this holy act,

That after-hours of fotrow chide us not Rom. Amen, amen; but come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her fight: Do thou but clofe our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine.

Fri. Thefe violent delights have violent ends,
And in their triumph die like fire and powder,
Which as they meet, confume. The sweetest honey
Is loathfome in its own deliciousness,

And in the tafte confounds the appetite:
Therefore love mod'rately, long love doth fo
Too fwift arrives as tardy as too flow.
Enter Juliet.

Here comes the lady. O fo light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlafting flint
A lover may bestride the goffamour,
That idles in the wanton fummer air,
And yet not fall, fo light is vanity.
Jul. Good-even to my ghoftly confeffor.
Fri. Romeo fhall thank thee daughter for us both.
Ful. As much to him, else are his thanks too much.
Rom. Ah Juliet, if the meafures of thy joy

Be heapt like mine, and that thy skill be more
To blazon it; then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbour air, and let rich mufick's tongue
Unfold th' imagin'd happinefs, that both
Receive in either, by this dear encounter.

Jul. Conceit more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his fubftance, not ofornament:
They are but beggars that can count their worth;

But

But my true love is grown to fuch excess,

I cannot fum up one half of my

wealth.

Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make short

work,

For, by your leaves, you fhall not stay alone,
Till holy church incorp'rate two in one.

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A CT III. SCENE I.

The STREET.

Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, and fervants.

I

BENVOLIO.

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 ftirring.

Mer. Thou art like one of thofe fellows, that when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his fword upon the table, and says, 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?

Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and as soon mov'd to be moody, and as foon moody to be mov'd.

Ben. And what to?

Mér. ·

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 hast thou

' wilt

wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason, but because thou haft hazel eyes; what eye, but fuch an eye, would fpy 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 quarelling thou hast quarreli'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 tailor for wearing his new doublet before Eafter? with another, for tying his new shoes 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.

Mer. The fee-fimple? O fimple!

Enter Tibaft, Petruchio, and others. Ben. By my head here come the Capulets. Mer. By my heel I care not.

:

Tib. Follow me clofe, for I will fpeak to them Gentlemen, good-den, a word with one of you. Mer. And but one word with one of us couple with fomething, make it a word and a blow.

Tib. You fhall find me apt enough to that, Sir, if you will give me occafion.

Mer. Could you not take fome occafion without giving?

Tib. Mercutio, thou confort'st with Romeo→→→

Mer. Confort! what, dost 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 hand on his Sword. Ben. We talk here in the publick haunt of men: Either withdraw into 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

4 gaze,

will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

Enter