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ACT II. Rom, Have not suints lips, and holy palmers too? Jul Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. SCENE 1.- An open Place, adjoining Capulet's Gars Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do ;

den. Enter Romeo. They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

Romeo. Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers'

CAN I go forward, when my heart is here? sake.

Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.

(He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd.

[Kissing her.

Enter Benvolio, and Mercutio. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romco ! Rom, Sin froin my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd 11

Mer.

He is wise; Give me my sin again.

And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed.
Jul.
You kiss by the book.
Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard

ri Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you.

Call, good Mercutio. Rom. What is her mother?

Mer.

Nay, I'll conjure too. Nurse.

Marry, bachelor, Romeo ! humours ! madmap! passion I love Her mother is the lady of the house,

Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh, And a good iady, and a wise, and virtuous :

Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied ; I nurs'd her daughter, that you talk'd withal;

Cry but-Ah me! couple but-love and dure; I tell you,-he, that can lay hold of her,

Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
Shall have the chinks.

One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,
Rom.
Is she a Capulet?

Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, dear account ! my life is my foe's debt.

When king Copbetua lov'd the beggar-maid. Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the besta He heareth not, stirreth not, he moveth not ; Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.

1 Cap. Nay, gentleinen, prepare not to be gone; I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.

By her high forehead, and ber scarlet lip, Is it e'en so? Why, then I thank you all;

By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigla,
I thank you, honest gentlemen ; good night : And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
More torches here !-Come on, then let's to bed. That in thy likeness thou appear to us.
Ah, sirrah, (To 2 Cap.] by my fay, it waxes late; Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
I'll to my rest. [Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse. Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him

Jul. Come hither, nurse: What is yon gentleman? To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio.

Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down ;
Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio. That were some spite : my invocation
Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would not Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name,
dance?

I conjure only but to raise up him.
Nurse. I know not.

Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those trees, Jul. Go, ask his name :-if he be married,

To be consorted with the humorous night: My grave is like to be my wedding-bed.

Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.
Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague; Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
The only son of your great enemy.

Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate ! And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit,
Too early seen unknown, and known too late ! As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,

Romeo, good night:-I'll to my truckle-bed;
That I must love a loathed enemy.

This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:
Nurse. What's this? what this?

Come, shall we go?
Jul.
A rhyme I learn'd even now Ben.

Go, then ; for 'tis in vain of one I danc'd withal. [One calls within, Juliet. To seek him here, that means not to be found. [Exe. Nurse.

Anon, anon :-
Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.

SCENE 11.-Capulet's Garden. Enter Romeo.

[Exeunt. Enter Chorus

Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

[Juliet appears above, at a window. Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! And young affeetion gapes to be his heir;

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun That fair, which love groan'd for, and would die, Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, - With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair, Who is already sick and pale with grief, Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again,

That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Alike bewitched by the charin of looks ;

Be not her maid, since she is envious;
But to his foe suppos'd he must complain,

Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.-
Being held a foe, he may rot have access

It is my lady ; 0, it is my love:
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear ; O, that she knew she were ! -
And she as much in love, her means much less She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of that?
To meet her new-beloved any where :

Her eye discourses, I will answer it-
But passion lends them pow'r, time means to meet, I am too bold, 'tis not to me sbe speaks:
Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. [Exit, | Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,

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Having some business, do entrent her eyes

My life were better ended by their hate,
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.

Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place!
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven

He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
Would through the airy region stream so bright, I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
That birds would sing, and think it were nog night. As that vast shore wash with the furthest sea,
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!

I would adventure for such merchandize.
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,

Jul. Thou know'st, the mask of night is on my face; That I might touch that cheek!

Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, Jul.

Ah ine !

For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night Rom.

She speaks : Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny 0, speak again, bright angel! for thou art

What I have spoke; But farewell compliinent! As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, Dost thou love me? I know, thou wilt say-dy; As is a winged messenger of heaven

And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'sl, Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes

Thou may'st prore false : at lovers' perjuries, of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him,

They say, Jove laughs. O, gentle Romeo, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,

If thou dust love, pronounce it faithfully:
And sails upon the busom of the air.

Or if thou think'st I ain too quickly won,
Jul. O Romeo, Komeo! wherefore art thou Romeo ? I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name :

So thou wilt woo* but, else, not for the world.
Or, if thou wilt not be but sworn my love,

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

And therefore thou may'st think my haviour light; Rom. Shall I hear møre, or shall I speak at this? But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true

(Aside. Than those that have more cumming to be strange. Jul. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy; 1 should have been more strange, I must confess, 'Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.

But that thou overheard'st, ere I was 'ware, What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,

My true love's passion : therefore pardon ine; Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part

And not impute this yielding to light love, Belonging to a man. O, be some other name ! Which the dark night hath so discovered. What's in a name that which we call a rose,

Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, By any other name would smell as sweet;

That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops, So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,

Jul. O,swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon Retain that dear perfection which he owes,

That monthly changes in her circled orh, Without that title :-Romeo, doff thy name ; Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. And for that name which is no part of thee,

Rom. What shall I swear by ? Take all myself.

Do not swear at all; Rom. I take thee at thy word:

Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious selt, Cali me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd;

Which is the god of my idolatry, Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

And I'll believe thee, Jut. What man art thou, that, thus bescreend in Rom.

If my heart's dear love. night,

Jul. Well, do not swear: Although I joy in thee, So știțmblest on my counsel ?

o' I have no joy of this contract to-night: Rom. By a name

It is too rash. too unadvis V, too sudden; I know not how to tell thee who I am:

Too like the lightning, which doth close to be, My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,

Ere one can say-It lightens. Sweet, good night! Because it is an enemy to thee ;

This bud of love, by summer's ripening brenth, Had I jt written, I would tear the word.

May prove a beauteous flower when next we meeta
Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words

Good-night, good-night! as sweet repose and rest
Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound ; Come to thy beart, as that within my breast !
Art thou not Romto, and a Montague?

Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ?
Ron. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night!
Jul. How eam'st thou hither, tell me? and where Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for
fore?

mine.
The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
And the place death, considering who thou art, And yet I would it were to give again.
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.

Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose
Rom. With love's light wings did I o'erperch these lore?
walls;

Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. For stony limits cannot hold love out :

And yet I wish but for the thing I have: And what love can do, that dares love attempt ; My bounty is as boundless as the sea, Therefore thy kimsmen are no led to me.

My love as deep; the more I give to thee, Jul. If they do see thee, they will munier thee. The more I trave, for both are infinite.

Rom, Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye,
"Than twenty of their swords ; look thou but sweet, I hear some noise within ; Dear love, adien!
And I am proof against their enmity.

Anon, good norse !-Sweet Mohtague, be true.
Juk I would not for the world, they saw thee here. Stay but a little, I will come again.
Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their Rom. O blessed blessed night! I am aftanl,
sight;

Being in night, all this is but a dream,
And, but thou love me, let them find me frere ; Too flattering-sweet to be substantial

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Re-enter Juliet, above.

The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good-night, in I must up-fill this osier cage of ours, deed.

With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers, If that thy bent of love be honourable,

The earth, that's nature's mother, is lier tomb:
Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, What is her burying grave, that is her womb:
By one that I'll procure to come to thec,

And from ber womb children of divers kind
Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite; We sucking on her natural bosom find;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay,

Many for many virtues excellent,
And follow thee my lord throughout the world : None but for some, and yet all different.
Nurse. ["ithin.] Madam.

O, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies
Jul. I come, anon :-But if thou mean'st not well, In berbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities.
I do beseech thee,-

For nought so vile that on the earth doth live,
Nurse. [Within.] Madam.

But to the earth some special good doth give;
Jul.
By and by, I come:-

Nor anght so good, but, strain'd fiom that fair use, To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:

Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
To-morrow will I send.

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
Rom.
So thrive my soul,-

And vice sometinie 's by action dignified.
Jul. A thousand times goodnight! [Exit. || Within the infant rind of this small flower
Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy | Poison hath residence, and medicine power:
light.-

For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their books ; | Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. But love from lore, toward schoot with heavy looks. Two such opposer foes encamp them still

[Retiring slowly. In man as well as herbs. grace, and rude will;
Re-enter Juliet, ahovr.

And, where the worser is predominant,
Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-0, for a falconer's voice, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
To lure this tassel-gentle back again!

Enter Romeo.
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
Else would I tear the cave where echo lies,

Rom. Good morrow, father!
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine Fri.

Benedicite! With repetition of my Romeo's name.

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?Ron. It is my soul, that calls upon my name: Young son, it argues a distemper'd head, How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: Like softest music to attending cars !

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
Jul. Roineo !

And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
Rem.
My sweet!

But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Jul

At what o'clock to-morrow Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign : Shall I send to thee?

Therefore thy earliness doch me assure,
Rom.
At the hour of nine.

Thou art up-rousd by some distemp?rature;
Jul. I will not fail; 'tis twenty years till then. Or if pot so, then here I hit it right-
I have forgot why I did call thee back.

Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it. Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine.

Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? Rememb'ring how I love thy company.

Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father ? no; Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. Forgetting any other home but this.

Fri. That's my good son: But where bast thon been Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone: then ? And yet no further than a wanton's bird;

Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. Who lets it hop a little from her hand,

I have been feasting with mine enemy; Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,

Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me, And with a silk thread plucks it back again,

That's by me wounded; both our remedies So loving-jealous of his liberty.

Within thy help and holy physie lies : Rom. I would, I were thy bird.

I bear no hatred, blessed man; for, lo, Jul.

Sweet, so would I ; | My intercession likewise steads my foe. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.

Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift ; Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow, Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. That I shail say-good-night, till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Then plainly know. my heart's dear love is set Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy | On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: breast !

As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; -'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! And all combin'd, save what thou niust combine Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell;

By holy marriage: When, and where, and how, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.

[E.rit. We met, we wood, and made exchange of vow,

I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
SCENE III.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter Friar

That thou consent to marry us this day.
Laurence, with a basket.

Fri. Holy saint Francis! what a change is here! Fri. The grey-ey'd morni sıniles on the frowning | Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, night,

So soon forsaken? young men's love tben lies Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. And ficked darkness like a drunkard reels

Jesu Maria! what a deal of brine From forth day's path-way, made by 'Titan's wheels:

Hath washil thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline ! Now ere the sun advance his burnin eye,

How much salt water thrown away in waste,

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To season love, that of it doth not taste!

but a kitchen-wench ;-marry, she had a better lore The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, to berhyme ber; Dido, a dowdy; Cleopatra, a gipsy; Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;

Helon and Hero, hildings and harlots ; Thisbe, a grey Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit

ege or so, but not to the purposteSignior Romeo, ben of an old tear that is not wash'd oft yet.

jour! there's a French salutation to your French slop. ve'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night. Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline ; .

Rom. Good-morrow to you both. What counter
And art thou chang'd? pronounce this sentence then feit did I give you?
Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.

Mer. The slip, sir, the slip; Can you not conceive?
Rom. Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline. Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was
Pri. For dotiug, not for loving, pupil mine. great ; and, in such a case as mine, a man may strain
Rom. And bad'st me bury love.

courtesy. Fri.

Not in a grave, Mer. That's as much as to say—such a case as yours To lay one in, another out to have.

constrains a man to bow in the hams. Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she, whom I love now, Rom. Meaning-to court'sy. Doth grace for grace, and love for love ailow:

Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it.
The otber did not so.

Rom. A most courteous exposition.
Fri.
O, she knew well,

Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell. Rom. Pink for flower.
But come, young waverer, come go with me,

Mer. Right.
In one respect I'll thy assistant be;

Rom. Why, then is my pamp well flowered For this alliance may so happy prove,

Mer. Well said: Follow me this jest now, till there To turn your households' rancour to pure love.

hast worn out thy pump; that, when the single sole Roin. O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.

of it is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing, Fri. Wisely, and slow; They stumble, that run fast. | solely singular.

[Exeunt. Rom. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the siz

gleness! SCENE IV.-A Street. Enter Benvolio and Mer.

Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits fail cutio.

Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spars; or 11 ay Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be?

a match. Came he not home to-night?

Mer. Nay, if thy wits rub the wild-goose chase; I Ben. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. have done ; for thou hast more of the wild-gpose in Mer. Ah, that syme pale hard-hearted wench, that

one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in whole Rosaline,

five: Was I with you there for the goose ? Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.

Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing, when Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,

thou wast not there for the goose. Hath sent a letter to his father's house.

Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for tiat jest Mer. A challenge, on my life.

Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not. Ben. Romeo will answer it.

Mer. Thay wit is a very bitter sweeting ; it is a most Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a letter.

sharp sauce. Ben, Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he

Rom. And is it not well served in to a swext goose! dares, being dared.

Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel, that stretches Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stabbed

from an inch narrow to an ell broad! with a white wench's black eye; shot thorough the ear

Rom. I stretch it out for that word-brond; which with a love-song: the very pin of his heart cleft with

added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft; And is be a man to en

goose. counter Tybalt?

Mer. Why, is not this better now, than groaning for
Ben Why, what is Tybalt?
Mer. More than prince of cats, I can tell you. 0, 1) art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:

love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; DOT he is the courageous captain of compliments : be fights for this drivelling love is like a great natural, ebas as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and pro

runs lolling up and down to hide his baoble in a hole portion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the

Ben. Stop there, stop there. third in your bosom : the very butcher of a silk button,

Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the rery first

the hair. house,--of the first and second cause: Ah, the immor

Ben. Thou would'st else have made thy tale large tal passado! the punto reverso! the hay !

Mer. O, thou art deceived, I would have made it Ben. The what?

short: for I was come to the whole depth of my cake: Mer. The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting fan

and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer. tasticoes; these new tuners of accents !-By Jesu, a

Rom. Here's goodly geer! very good blade! very tall man!-a very good poliore !-Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grand

Enter Nurse and Peter. sire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange

Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail ! flies, these fashion-mongers, these pardonnez-moys,

Ben. Two, two; a shirt, and a smock. who stand so much on the new form, that they cannot

Nurse. Peter! sit at ease on the old bench? O, their bons, their bons !

Peter. Anon?
Enter Romeo.

Nurse. My fan, Peter.
Ber. Here comes Romeo, here comes Rome). Mer. Pr’ytbce, do, good Peter, to hide her face ; far

Mer. Without his rve, like a dried herring :-o flesh, her fan's the fairer of the two.
lesh, how art thou fishified !-Now is he for the num Nursc. God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
bers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura, to his lady, was Mer, God ye good den, fair genulewoman,

with you.

Nurse. Is it good den?

And there she shall at friar Laurence' cell Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you: for the bawdy hand Be shriv'd, and married. Here is for thy pains. of the dial is now upon the prick of noon.

Nurse. No, truly, sir ; not a penny. Nurse. Out upon you ! what a man are you? Rom. Go to ; I say, you shall.

Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made him Nurse. This afternoon, sir? Well, she shall be there. self to mar.

Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey-wall: Nurse. By my troth, it is well said ;--For himself Within this hour my man shall be with thee; to mar, quoth 'a?-Gentlemen, can any of you tell me And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair; where I may find the young Romeo ?

Which to the high top-gallant of my joy Rom. I can tell you ; but young Romeo will be old Must be my convoy in the secret night. or when you have found him, than he was when you Farewell!-Be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains. sought him: I am the youngest of that name, for Farewell !-commend me to thy mistress. 'fault of a worse.

Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee !-Hark you, Nurse. You say well.

sir. Mer. Yea, is the worst well ? Very well took, i'faith; Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse? wisely, wisely.

Nurse. Is your man secret ? Did you ne'er hear say Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence-Two may keep counsel, putting one away?

Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel. Ben. She will indite him to some supper.

Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a lawd ! So ho!

- Lord, lord !-when 'twas a little prating thing --1,Rom. What hast thou found ?

there's a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain Mer. No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten | lay knife aboard; but she, gond soul, had as lieve seea pie, that is son.ething stale and hoar ere it be spent.

toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes, An old hare hoar,

and tell her, that Paris is the properer man; but, I'll And ail old hore hoar,

warrant you, when I say sc, she looks as pale as any Is very good meat in lent :

clout in the varsal world. Doth not rosemary and But a hare that is hoar,

Romeo begin both with a letter?
Is too much for a score,

Rom. Ay, nurse; What of tbat? both with an R.
When it hoars ere it be spent..

Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. Ris for

the dog. No; I know it begins with some other letter: Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to din- and she hath the prettiest se'ntentious of it, of you and Ber thither.

rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it. Rom. I will follow you.

Rom. Commend me to thy lady.

[Erit. Mer. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, Nurse. Ay, a thousand times.-Peter ! lady.

[Excunt Mercutio and Benvolio. Pet. Anon? Nurse. Marry, farewell !- I pray you, sir, what sau Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before. (E seunt. ey merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?

Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear hin. SCENE V.-Capulet's Garden. Enter Juliet. self talk; and will speak more in a minute, than be Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the will stand to in a month.

nurse; Nurse. An 'a speak any thing against me, I'll take In half an hour she promis'd to return. him down an 'a were lustier than he is, and twenty Perchance, she cannot meet him :-that's not s0.such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shali. O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts, Seurvy krave! làm none of his flirt-gills; I am none Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, of his skains-mates :- And thou must stand by too, and Driving back shadows over lowring hills : suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure ? Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,

Pet. I saw no man use you at his pleasure; if I had, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant Now is the sun upon the highmost liill you: I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see oco of this day's journey; and from nine till twelre casion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side. Is three long hours.-yet she is not come.

Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every Had she affections, and warm yonthful blood, part about me quivers. Scurvy knave !–Pray you, She'd be as swift in motion as a ball ; sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bade | My words would bandy her to my sweet love, me inquire you out ; what she bade me say, I will i And his to me: keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye should 1: Bat old folks, many feign as they were dead; lead her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead. very gruss kind of behaviour, as they say: for the gen

Enter Nurse and Peter. tlewoman is young; and, therefore, if you should deal

O God, she comes !- honey nurse, what news? double with her, truly, it were an ill thing to be offer Hast thou met with him? Send thy-man away. ed to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate.

[Exit Peter Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress.

Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,- lord! why look'st I protest unto thee,

thou sad? Nurse. Good heart! and, i'faith, I will tell her as Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; much: Lord, lord, she will be a joyful woman. If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet news

Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not || By playing it to me with so sour a face. mark me.

Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave awhile ;Nurse. I will tell hier, sir,-that you do protest; | Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had! which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer:

Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to shrift Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse This afternoon;

speak.

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