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thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted || natural, that runs lolling up and down, to hide his with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these bauble in a hole. pardonnez-moys, who stand so much on the new Ben. Stop there, stop there. form, that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against O, their bons, their bons !!
Ben. Thou would'st else have made thy tale Enter Romeo.
large. Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. Mer. O, thou art deceived, I would have made
Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring :- it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified !-Now is he fortale; and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura, to his no longer. lady, was but a kitchen-wench ;-Marry, she had Rom. Here's goodly geer! a better love to be-rhyme her: Dido, a dowdy;
Enter Nurse and Peter. Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen and Hero, hildings and harlots ; Thisbé, a grey eye or so, but not to the Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail ! purpose. --Signior Romeo, bon jour! there's a Ben. Two, two; a shirt, and a smock. French salutation to your French slop.2 You gave Nurse. Peter! us the counterfeit fairly last night.
Peter. Anon? Rom. Good-morrow to you both. What coun- Nurse. My fan, Peter.9 terfeit did I give you?
Mer. Prythee, do, good Peter, to hide her face; Mer. The slip, sir, the slip; Can you not con- for her fan's the fairer of the two. ceive?
Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen. Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was Mer. God ye good den, fair gentlewoman. great; and, in such a case as mine, a man may Nurse. Is it good den? strain courtesy
Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy hand Mer. That's as much as to say—such a case as of the dial is now upon the prickll of noon. yours constrains a man to bow in the hams.
Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you? Rom. Meaning—to court'sy.
Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath ma de Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it.
himself to mar. Rom. A most courteous exposition.
Nurse. By my troth, it is well said ;—For him. Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. self to mar, quoth'a?-Gentlemen, can any of you Rom. Pink for flower.
tell me where I may find the young Romeo? Mer. Right.
Rom. I can tell you; but young Romeo will be Rom. Why, then is my pump well Powered. older when you have found him, than he was when
Mer. Well said : Follow me this jest now, till you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the single for 'fault of a worse. sole of it is worn, the jest may remain, after the Nurse. You say well. wearing, solely singular.
Mer. Yea, is the worst well? very well took, Rom. 'O single-soleds jest, solely singular for the li'faith; wisely, wisely: singleness !
Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confiMer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits dence with you. fail.
Ben. She will indite him to some supper. Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho! I'll cry a match.
Rom. What hast thou found? Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chace, 6 Mer. No hare, sir ; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten I have done; for thou hast more of the wild-goosepie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in my whole five : Was I with you there for the goose ?
An old hare hoar, 12 Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing,
And an old hare hoar, when thou wast not there for the goose.
Is very good meat in lent:
Bui a hare that is hoar,
Is too much for a score,
When it hoars ere it be spent. most sharp sauce.
Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to Rom. And is it not well served in to a sweet dinner thither. goose?
Rom. I will follow you. Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel,8 that stretches Mer. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, from an inch narrow to an ell broad!
[Ére. Mer. and Ben. Rom. I stretch it out for that word-broad : Nurse. Marry, farewell Spray you, what saucy which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide merchant!4 was this, that was so full of his ropery?ís a broad goose.
Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning himself talk; and will speak more in a minute, for love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Ro-than he will stand to in a month. meo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as Nurse. An 'a speak any thing against me, I'M by nature : for this drivelling love is like a great take him down an 'a were lustier than he is, and
(1) In ridicule of Frenchified coxcombs. (9) It was the custom for servants to carry the (2) Trowsers or pantaloons, a French fashion in || lady's fan. Sbakspeare's time.
(10) Good even. (11) Point. (3) A pun on counterfeit money, called slips. (12) Hoary, mouldy. (5) Slight, thin.
(13) The burden of an old song. (6) A horse-race in any direction the leader (14) A term of disrespect in contradistinction to chooses to take.
gentleman. (7) An apple. (8) Soft stretching leather. (15) Roguery.
twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those | Rom. Commend me to thy lady. (Erit. that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt- Nurse. Ay, a thousand times.—Peter! gills; I am none of his skains-mates :1And thou Pet. Anon? must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before. me at his pleasure?
(Exeunt. Pet. I saw no man use you at his pleasure ; if I
SCENE V.-Capulet's garden. Enter Juliet. had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you : I dare draw as soon as another man, Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on
In half an hour she promis'd to return. Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that Perchance, she cannot meet him : that's not s0.every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave!Prayo, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts, you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, lady bade me inquire you out; what she bade me Driving back shadows over louring hills: say, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, if ye should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they Now is the sun upon the highmost hill" say: for the gentlewoman is young; and therefore, of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve if you should deal double with her, truly, it were Is three long hours,—yet she is not come. an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and Had affections, and warm youthful blood, very weak dealing.
She'd be as swift in motion as a ball; Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mis- My words would bandys her to my sweet love, protest unto thee,
And his to me : Nurse. Good heart! and, i'faith, I will tell her But old folks, many feign as they were dead; as much: Lord, lord, she will be a joyful woman.Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead. Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse ? thou dost
Enter Nurse and Peter. not mark me.
Nurse. I will tell her, sir,—that you do protest; O God, she comes ! -0 honey nurse, wbat news? which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. [Erit Peter. shrift2
Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,-0 lord! why This afternoon;
look'st thou sad? And there she shall at friar Laurence' cell Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily ; Be shriv'd, and married. Here is for thy pains. If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet news Nurse. No, truly, sir; not a penny.
By playing it to me with so sour a face., Rom. Go to; I say, you shall.
Nurse. I am weary, give me leave a while Nurse. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be Fie, now my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had! there.
Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbeywall:
Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse, Within this hour my man shall be with thee;
speak. And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;
Nurse. "Jesu! What haste? Can you not stay Which to the high top-gallant3 of my joy
a while ? Must be my convoy in the secret night.
Do you not see, that I am out of breath? Farewell ! -Be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains.
ful. How art thou out of breath, when thou bast Farewell !--Commend me to thy mistress. Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee !-Hark | To say to me—that thou art out of breath?
The excuse, that thou dost make in this delay, Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse? Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. Nurse. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that; say
Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance : Two may keep counsel, putting one away? Let me be satisfied, is'i good or bad?
Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel. Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice ;
Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest you know not how to choose a man : Romeo! no, lady-Lord, lord !—when 'twas a little prating not he; though his face be better than any man's thing, -0,—there's a nobleman in town, one Paris. yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a that would fain lay knife aboard ; but she, good foot, and a body,-though they be not to be talked soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see on, yet they are past compare : He is not the flower him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris of courtesy,-but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I lamb.-Go thy ways, wench; serve God.-Wbat, say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the varsal have you dined at home? world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both Jui. No, no: But all this did I know before ;
What says he of our marriage? what of that? Rom. Ay, nurse ; What of that? both with an R. Nurse. Lord, how my head aches! what a head Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. R
have I! is for the dog. No; I know it begins with some It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. other letter: and she hath the prettiest sententious My back o't'other side.--0, my back, my back!of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you Beshrew6 your heart, for sending me about, good to hear it.
To catch my death with jaunting up and down! (1) A mate or companion of one wearing a (4) Requite. skain ; a short sword.
(5) Drive her, as a ball struck with a bandy; (2) Confession.
i. e. a bat or battledore. (3) The highest extremity of the mast of a ship. (6) III betide.
with a letter?
Jul. I'faith, I am sorry that thou art not well : Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my
short work ; love?
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman, Till
' holý church incorporate two in one. (Exeunt. 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 reply'st ! Your love says like an honest gentleman,
ACT III. Where is your mother?
SCENE I.- A public place. Enter Mercutio,
Benvolio, Page, and Servants.
Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire;
these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that, Jul. I have.
when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' cell, || his sword upon the table, and says, God send me There stays a husband to make you a wife: no need of thee! and, by the operation of the Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, second cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
there is no need. Hie you to church; I must another way,
Ben. Am I like such a fellow? To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark : mood as any in Italy; and as soon moved to be I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; moody, and as soon moody to be moved. But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
Ben. And what to? Go, I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell.
Mer. Nay, and there were two such, we should Jul. Hie to high fortune!-honest nurse, fare- have none shortly, for one would kill the other. well.
[Exeunt. Thou! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath SCENE VI.-Friar Laurence's cell. Enter|hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking
a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou Friar Laurence and Romeo.
nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, hazel eyes; What eye, but such an eye, would spy That after hours with sorrow chide us not! out such a quarrel ? Thy head is as full of quarrels,
Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, | as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath It cannot countervail the exchange of joy been beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. That one short minute gives me in her sight: Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in Do thou but close our hands with holy words, the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that Then love-devouring death do what he dare. hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out It is enough I may but call her mine.
with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, Easter with another, for tying his new shoes with And in their triumph die ; like fire and powder, old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarWhich, as they kiss, consume: The sweetest honey || relling! Is loathsome in his own deliciousness,
Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art,
Mer. The fee-simple ? O simple!
Enter Tybalt, and others.
Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets. Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
Mer. By my heel, I care not. A lover may bestride the gossamers
Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them. That idle in the wanton summer air,
Gentlemen, good den : a word with one of you. And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
Mer. And but one word with one of us ? Couple Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. it with something; make it a word and a blow. Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us Tyb. You will find me apt enough to that, sir,
if you will give me occasion. Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too Mer. Could you not take some occasion without much.
giving? Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Tyb. Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo, Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more Mer. Consort? what, dost thou make us minTo blazon3 it, then sweeten with thy breath strels? an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue nothing but discords : here's my fiddlestick; here's Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort ! Receive in either by this dear encounter.
Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men; Jul. Conceit," more rich in matter than in words, Either withdraw into some private place, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: Or reason coldly of your grievances, They are but beggars that can count their worth; Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. But my true love is grown to such excess,
Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. (1) Noise, bustle. (2) The long white filament which dies in the air.
(3) Paint, display. (4) Imagination. VOL. II.
And in my temper soften'd valour's steel. Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir; here comes
Re-enter Benvolio. my man. Mer. But I'll be hang’d, sir, if he wear your| That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds,
Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead; livery : Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. Your worship, in that sense, may call him-man.
Rom. This day's black fate on more days doch T'yb. Romeo, the hate I bear thee, can afford
depend; No better term than this-Thou art a villain. This but begins the wo, others must end. Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love
Re-enter Tybalt. thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. To such a greeting :-Villain am I none;
Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain! Therefore farewell; I see, thou know'st me not.
Away to heaven, respectives lenity, Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
And fire-ey'd fury be my conducti now! That thou hast done me; therefore turn, and draw. Now, Tybalt
, take the villain back again, Rom. I do protest, I never injur'd thee;
That late thou gar'st me; for Mercutio's soul But love thee better than thou canst devise,
Is but a little way above our heads, Till thou shalt know the reason of my love :
Staying for thine to keep him company; And so, good Capulet, --wbich name I tender
Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. As dearly as mine own,-be satisfied.
T'yb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consorts Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
him here, A la stoccatal carries it away.
Shalt with him hence.
Rom. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk ?
This shall determine that. Tyb. What would'st thou have with me?
(They fight; Tybalt falls. Mer. Good king of cats, nothing, but one of
Ben. Romeo, away,
gone nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and. The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain : as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of Stand not amaz’d:--the prince will doom thee
death, the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about If thou art taken :-hence !-be gone!-away!
Rom. 0! I am fortune's fool!
Why dost thou stay? Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
[Erit Romeo Mer. Come, sir, your passado. [They fight.
Enter Citizens, &c. Rom. Draw, Benvolio; Beat down their weapons:-Gentlemen, for shame 1 Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercauo: Forbear this outrage ;-Tyball-Mercutio- Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? The prince expressly hath forbid this bandying Ben. There lies that Tybalt. In Verona streets :—Hold, Tybalt;—good Mercutio.
Up, sir, go with me; (Exeunt Tybalt and his Partizans. I charge thee in the prince's name, obey. Mer. I am hurt:
Enter Prince, attended ; Montague, Capulet, their A plague o'both the houses !-I am sped :
wives, and others.
Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis
Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all enough.
The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: Where is my page?—go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
There lies the man slain by young Romeo,
(Erit Page ||That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. Rom. Courage, man ; the hurt cannot be much.
La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin !—0 my brother's Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide
child? as a church-door; but'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spill'd for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave of my dear kinsman !—Prince, as thou art true, man. I am pepper'd, I warrant, for this world:-- For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague A plague o'both your houses — Zounds, a dog, a
O cousin, cousin ! rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a
Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's band did of arithmetic ! - Why, the devil, came you between
slay ; us? I was burt under your arm.
Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink Rom. I thought all for the best.
How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
Your high displeasure :- All this-uttered Or I shall faint.-A plague o'both your houses !
With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly They have made worm's meat of me:
bow'd, I have it, and soundly too :-Your houses !
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen (Ereunt Mercutio and Benvolio. of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts Rom. This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast; My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
Wbo, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
And, with a martial scorn, with one hands beats With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour
Cold death aside, and with the other sends Hath been my kinsman :-0 sweet Juliet,
It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity Thy beauty hath made me effeminate,
Retorts it: Romeo, he cries aloud, (1) The Italian term for a thrust or stab with a (3) Cool, considerate gentleness. rapier.
(4) Conduct for conductor. (5) Accompany (2) Case or scabbard.
(6) Just and upright. (7) Slight, unimportant
Hold, friends! friends, part! and, swifter than || Not yet enjoy'd : So tedious is this aay, his tongue,
As is the night before some festival His agile arm beats down their fatal points, To an impatient child, that hath new robes, And 'twixt them rushes ; underneath whose arm And may not wear them. O, here comes my ourse, An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled :
Enter Nurse, with cords. But by and by comes back to Romeo,
And she brings news; and every tongue that Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
speaks And to't they go like lightning ; for, ere I But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence. Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain; Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly:
the cords, This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
That Romeo bade thee fetch ? La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague,
Ay, ay, the cords. Affection makes him false, he speaks not true :
(Throws them down. Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, Jul. Ah me! what news! why dost thou wring And all those twenty could but kill one life:
thy hands? I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give; Nurse. Ab well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, be's Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
dead! Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio ; We are undone, lady, we are undone ! Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? Alack the day!-he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead ! Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's Jul. Can heaven be so envious ? friend;
Romeo can, His fault concludes but, what the law should end, Though heaven cannot :-0 Romeo! Romeo The life of Tybalt.
Who ever could have thought it?-Romeo !
Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment me Immediately we do exíle him hence :
I am not I, if there be such an I;
[Exeunt. God save the mark here, on his manly breast: SCENE II.-A room in Capulet's house. Enter Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,
piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse; Juliet.
All in gore blood; I swooned at the sight. Jul. Gallop, apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Jul. O break, my heart!-poor bankrupt, break Towards Phoebus' mansion; such a waggoner
at once! As Phaeton would whip you to the west, To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty! And bring in cloudy night immediately. - Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! And thou, and Romeo, press one heavy bier ! That run-away's eyes may wink; and Romeo Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had ! Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen! O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman ! Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
That ever I should live to see thee dead! By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary? It best agrees with night.-Come, civil2 night, Is Romeo slaughter'd; and is Tybalt dead? Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
My dear-lov'd cousin, and my dearer lord ? And learn me how to lose a winning match, Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods : For who is living, if those two are gone? Hood my unmann'd blood bating in my cheeks, Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown Romeo, that kill'd him, he is banished. bold,
Jul. 'O God !-did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's Think true love acted, simple modesty.
blood ? Corne, night! Come, Romeo !-come, thou day in Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day! it did. night!
Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face ! For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.- Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical ! Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! night,
Despised substance of divinest show! Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die, Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, Take him, and cut him out in little stars,
A damned saint, an honourable villain = And he will make the face of heaven so fine, o, nature ! what hadst thou to do in hell, That all the world will be in love with night, When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend And pay no worship to the garisht sun.
In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh ? 0, I have bought the mansion of a love,
Was ever book, containing such vile matter, But not possess'd it; and, though I am sold, So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell
(1) Punish by fine. (2) Grave, solemn. (5) In Shakspeare's time the affirmative particle (3) These are terms of falconry.
ay was usually written I, and here it is necessary (4) Gaudy, showy.
to retain the old spelling.