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Pom. I will follaw you.
Mer. Farewel, ancient lady; farewel, lady, lady,. lady.
Exeunt MERCUTIO, and BENVOLIO. Nurse. I pray you, sir, whai saucy merchant was; this, that was so full of his ropery?
Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk; and will speak more in a minute, than he will stand to in a month.
490 Nurse. An 'a speak any thing against me, I'll take him down an 'a were lustier than lie is, and twenty şuch. Jacks! and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am: none of his skains - mafes :--And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?
Peter. I saw no man use you at his pleasure ; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you': I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on:
502 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 inquire you out;' what she bade me say, I will keep to myself : but first let me tell ye,
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.
513 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 woman.
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. 521
Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to shrift
Nurse. No, truly, sir; not a penny.
Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abby-wall,
sir.. , Roin. What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
Nurse. Is your man secret ? Did you ne'er hear sayTwo may keep comsel, putting one away? Rom. I warrant thee my man's as true as steel. 540 F
Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady -Lord, lord !—when 'twas a little prating 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, 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?
550 Rom. Ay, nurse; What of that? both with an R.
Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. R is for the dog No; I know it begins with some other letter: and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it. Rom. Commend me to thy lady.
[Exit. Nurse. Ay, a thousand times.-Peter! Pet. Anon ? Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before. 560
CAPULet's Garden. Enter JULIET. Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the
nurse ; In half an hour she promis’d to return.
Perchance, she cannot meet him :-that's not so.-
Enter Nurse, with Peter. O God, she comes !-O honey nurse, what news? Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate.
Exit PETER. Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,- lord ! why look'st
Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave awhile ;-
Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse,
speak. Nurse. What haste ? can you not stay awhile ? Do you not see, that I am out of breath?
590 Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast
Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice ; you know not how to chuse 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, l'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.--Go thy ways, wench; serve God:--What have
din'd at home?
Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before; What says he of our marriage > what of that? Nurse. Lord, how my head aches! what a head
have I ? It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
610 My back o' the other side,-0, my back, my
back! Beshrew your heart, for sending me about, To catch my death with jaunting up and down!