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Beshrew your heart for sending me about,
Jul. I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well. Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my
-where is your mother?
0, God's lady dear!
Jul. Here's such a coil.--come, what says Romeo ?
Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence cell ;
SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO.1
Fri. So smile the Heavens upon this holy act, That after-hours with sorrow chide us not !
1 This scene is exhibited in quite another form in the first quarto, 1597. The reader may see it in the variorum Shakspeare.
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ROMEO AND JULIET.
Rom. Amen, amen! But come what sorrow can It cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight. Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare. It is enough I may but call her mine.
Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately: long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.'
Here comes the lady ;-0, so light a foot
Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor.
Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament. They are but beggars that can count their worth,
1 “Precipitation produces mishap."
6 Youth's love is quick, swifter than swiftest speed,
See where she comes
Of love and joy, see, see, the sovereign power!
But my true love is grown to such excess,
my sum of wealth.
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone,
SCENE I. A public Place.
Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants.
Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire ;
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 cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there is no need.
Ben. Am I like such a fellow?
Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.
Ben. And what to?
Mer. Nay, an there were two such, 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 å hair less, in his beard, than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes.
1 It is observed, that, in Italy, almost all assassinations are committed during the heat of summer.
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but such an eye, would spy out such 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 quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou
thou wilt tutor quarrelling?
Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
Mer. The fee simple ? O simple !!
Enter TYBALT and others.
Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets.
Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
Mer. And but one word with one of us ? Couple it with something ; make it a word and a blow. Tyb. You will find me apt enough to that, sir, if
you will give me occasion.
Mer. Could you not take some occasion without giving ?
Tyb. Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo,
Mer. Consort !? What, dost thou make us minstrels ? an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort !
Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men.
1 This and the foregoing speech have been added since the first quarto, with some few circumstances in the rest of the scene, as well as in the ensuing one.
2 Consort was the old term for a set or company of musicians.
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Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them
gaze; 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 hanged, sir, if he wear your livery! Marry, go before to the field, he'll be your follower ; Your worship, in that sense, may call him-man.
Tyb. Romeo, the hate I bear thee, can afford
Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
Rom. I do protest, I never injured thee;
Mer. O calm, dishonorable, vile submission ! A la stoccata carries it away.
[Draws. Tybalt, you rat-caucher, will you walk ?
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 shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher 3 by the ears ? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. Tyb. I am for you.
i The Italian term for a thrust or stab with a rapier. 2 Alluding to his name.
See Act ii. Sc. 4. 3 Warburton says, that we should read pilche, which signifies a coat or covering of skin or leather; meaning the scabbard. A pilche or leathern coat seems to have been the common dress of a carman. reads scabbard.
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