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Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vext, that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave!--| Pray you, sir, a word: and, as I told you, my young lady bade me enquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: but first let 5 me tell ye, if should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say: for the gentlewoman is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly, it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.
Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee,
Nurse. Good heart! and, i' faith, I will tell her as much: Lord, lord, she will be a joyful 15
Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.
Nurse. I will tell her, sir,-that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentleman-like offer.
Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to shrift
And there she shall at friar Lawrence' cell
Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send
In half an hour she promis'd to return. [so.-
Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve
My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
But old folks, many feign as they were dead:
Enter Nurse, with Peter.
Be shriv'd, and marry'd. Here is for thy pains. 25 Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
Nurse. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be
Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee!-Hark
Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel. Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady-Lord, lord!-whien 'twas a little prating 45 thing,-0,-there's a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, 50 when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the varsal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? [an R.
Rom. Ay, nurse; What of that? both with
Rom. Commend me to thy lady.
Like stairs of rope in the tackle of a ship. mast of a ship.
O God, she comes!-O honey nurse, what news?
Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy Nay, come, I pray thee, speak;-good, good
Nurse. What haste? can you not stay a while? Do you not see, that I am out of breath?
Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou
To say to me-that thou art out of breath?
Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man: 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 talk'd 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 din'd at home?
Jul. No, no: But all this I did know before; What says he of our marriage? what of that?
? The top-gallant is the highest extremity of the
Nurse. Lord, how my head akes! what a head
It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
Beshrew your heart, for sending me about,
Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman,
Jul. Where is my mother?-why, she is within;
Nurse. O, God's lady dear!
Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow;
Here comes the lady:-O, so light a foot
Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?
Friar Lawrence's Cell.
Enter Friar Lawrence, and Romeo.
Receive in either by this dear encounter.
Jul. Conceit,more rich in matter than in words,
Friar. Come, come with me, and we will
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, 40 Till holy church incorporate two in one,
Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants. Ben. 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 stirring.
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 mov'd to be moody, and as soon moody to be mov'd. 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 a 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; what eye, but such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat; See note 3, p. 957,
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 60 need of thee! and, by the operation of the second cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there is no need.
and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrell'd with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath waken'd thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a taylor for wearing 5 his new doublet before Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me for quarrelling!
Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art,|
any man should buy the fee-simple of my life 10 Bear down their weapons:-Gentlemen, for shame for an hour and a quarter.
Mer. The fee-simple? O simple!
Enter Tybalt, and others.
Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets.
Mer. And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.
Tyb. You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, if you will give me occasion.
Mer. Could you not take some occasion without giving?
Forbear this outrage;-Tybalt-Mercutio-
Mer. I am hurt ;
A plague o' both the houses!-I am sped :—
Ben. What, art thou hurt? [enough.Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis 20 Where is my page?--go, villain, fetch a surgeon. [Exit Page.
Tyb. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,- 25
Or reason coldly of your grievances,
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but 'tis enough; 'twill serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am pepper'd, I warrant, for this world.-A plague o' both your houses! What! a dog, a rat,a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetick!-Why, the devil, came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
Rom. I thought all for the best.
Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio, Or I shall faint.-A plague o' both your houses! 35 They have made worm's meat of me:
Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir! here comes
Tyb. Romeo, the hate I bear thee, can afford
Mer. O calın, dishonourable, vile submission!
Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
I have it, and soundly too:-Your houses!
Ben.O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead;
This but begins the woe, others must end.
Ben. Here comes the furiousTybalt back again.
55 Away to heaven, respective lenity,
Mer. Good king of cats, nothing but one of 60 Staying for thine to keep him company;
Stoccata is the Italian term for a thrust or stab with a rapier. Dr. Warburton says, we should read pilche, which signifies a cloke or coat of skins, meaning the scabbard. 'i. e. This day's unhappy destiny hangs over the days yet to come. There will yet be more mischief.
Act 3. Scene 2.]
Or thou, or I, or both shall follow him.
Rom. This shall determine that.
Ben. Romeo, away,
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain
Ben. Why dost thou stay?
Enter Citizens, &c.
Cit. Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?
Cit. Up, sir, go with me;
I charge thee in the prince's name, obey.
O prince!-O husband!—O, the blood is spill'd
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague,
Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
His fault concludes but what the law should end,
Prin. And, for that offence,
15 Immediately we do exile him hence:
I have an interest in your hates' proceeding, [ing;
Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? 30
Romeo that spoke him fair, bid him bethink
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
An Apartment in Capulet's House.
Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Thinks true love acted, simple modesty. [night! Come, night !--Come, Romeo! come, thou day in 50 For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo: and when he shall die,
Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain ; 55 Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly:
2 i. e. as thou art 'I am always running in the way of evil fortune, like the fool in the play. Juliet would have night's darkness just and upright. how slight, how unimportant, how petty. obscure the great eye of the day, the sun; whom considering in a poetical light as Phœbus, drawn in his car with fiery-footed steeds, and posting through the heavens, she very properly calls him, with 'Civil is grave, decently solemn. regard to the swiftness of his course, the run-away. are terms of falconry. An unmanned hawk is one that is not brought to endure company,—Bating is fluttering with the wings as striving to fly away. 3 R4
That all the world shall be in love with night,
And she brings news; and every tongue, thatspeaks
That Romeo bid thee fetch?
Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords.
Nurse. Romeo can,
Though heaven cannot:-O Romeo! Romeo!-
Jul. What devil art thou, that dost torment
This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer, I.
Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine
God save the mark!-here on his manly breast:|
To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty!
Jul. What storm is this that blows so contrary
Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banish'd;
(Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show! Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, 5 A damned saint, an honourable villain !O, nature! what hadst thou to do in hell, When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh ?— Was ever book, containing such vile matter, 10 So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace!
Nurse. There's no trust,
No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur'd, All forsworn, all nought, all dissemblers.15Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitæ :These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
Shame come to Romeo!
Jul. Blister'd be thy tongue,
20 For such a wish! he was not born to shame: Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit;
For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd Sole monarch of the universal earth.
O, what a beast was I to chide at him!
Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd
Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy
30 When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?— But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband; Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Your tributary drops belong to woe,
35 Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.
My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; AndTybaltdead, that wouldhaveslainmyhusband: All this is comfort; Wherefore weep I then? Some word there was worser than Tybalt's death, 40 That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; But, O! it presses to my memory,
Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: Tybalt is dead, and Romeo-banished: That-banished, that one word-banished, 45 Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts'. Tybalt's death Was woe enough, if it had ended there: Or,-if sour woe delights in fellowship, And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,Why follow'd not, when she said-Tybalt's dead, 50 Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, Which modern lamentation might have mov'd? But, with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, Romeo is banished,-to speak that word, Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead:- -Romeo is banished,There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, in that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day! it did.
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?
Nurse. Weeping and wailingoverTybalt'scorse: Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.
1 Garish is gaudy, showy. 2 In our author's time, the affirmative adverb ay was generally written I: and by this means it both becomes a vowel, and answers in sound to eye, upon which the conceit turns in the second line. 3 Hath put Tybalt out of my mind, as if out of being.