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Enter CAPULET, $c. with the Guests and the Thereiore be patient, take no nole of him, Maskers.

It is my will; the which if thou respect, Cap. Gentlemen, welcome! ladies, that have show a fair presence, and put off these frowns, their toes

(you :

And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. Unplagu'd with corns, will have a bout with i'll not endure him.

Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest; Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all Will now dedy to dance! she that makes what, good man boy !-I say, he shall - GO

1 Cap. He shall be endur'd: {to;dainty, she,

[now? I'll swear, hath corns; Am I come near you You'll not endure him!—God shall mend my

Am I the master here, or you? go to. (soulYou are welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the

You'll make a mutiny among my guests! day, That I bave worn a visor; and could tell

You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,

Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
Such as would please ;-'tis gone, 'tis gone, You are saucy boy :-Is't so, indeed ?-,

1 Cap. Go to, go to, You are welcome, gentlemen !-Come, musi- This trick may chance to scath' you ;-1 koow

what. cians, play: A hall! a hall !* give room, and foot it, girls. Well said, my hearts :-You are a princox;

You must contráry me! marry, 'tis time[Music plays, and they dance. More light, ye knaves; and turn the tables up, Be quiet, or—More light, more Tight, for


(shame!And quench the fire, the room is grown too I'll make you quiet ; What!-Cheerly, my hot.

hearts. Ah, Sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;

Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler For you and I are past our dancing days :


(ing. How long is't now, since last yourself and I

Makes my flesh tremble in their different greei. Were in a mask ?

I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, 2 Cap. By’r lady, thirty years.

Now seeming swcet, convert to bitter gail.

(Erit. 1 Cap. What, man! 'tis not so much; 'tis not so much :

Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand 'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio,

(TO JULIET. Come pentecost as quickly as it will,

This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this,Some five and twenty years; and then we

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand mask'd.

To smooth that rough touch with a tender

kiss. 2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, His son is thirty.


Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand

too much, 1 Cap. Will you tell me that? His son was but a ward two years ago.

Which mannerly devotion shows in this; Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands the hand

do touch, Of yonder knight?

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Serv. I know not, Sir.

Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palm. Rom. (), she doth teach the torches to burn

ers too? bright!

Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use hur beauty hangs upon the cheek of night

in prayer: Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop'st ear:

Rom. ( Then, dear saint, let lips do what Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!

hands do; So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,

They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows,

despair. The measurer done, I'll watch her place of

Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for stand,


prayers' sake. And, touching hers, make happy my rude

Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's el. Did my heart love till now? forswcar it, sight! Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purgd.

fect I take. For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. Tyb. This, by bis voice, should be a Mont

(Kissing her. ague:


Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have Fetch me my rapier, boy :-What! dares the

took. Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,

Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?

Give me my sin again.

(urg'd! Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,

Jul. You kiss by the book. To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.

Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word 1 Cup. Why, how now kipsman ? wherefore

with you. storm you so ?

Rom. What is her mother? Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;

Nurse. Marry, bachelor, A villain, that is hither come in spite,

Her mother is the lady of the house, To scorn at our solemnity this night.

And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous : 1 Cap. Young Romeo is't?

I nurs'd her daughter, that you talk'd withal; Tyb. "Tis he, that villain Romeo.

I tell you,-he, that can lay hold of her, He bears him like a portly gentleman ; [alone, so dear account! my life is my foe's debt. 1 Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him Shall have the chinks.

Rom. Is she a Capulet?
And, to say truth, Verona brags of him,
To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:

Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the best. I would not for the wealth of all this town,

Rom. Ay, 80 I fear; the more is my uprest. Here in my house, do him disparagement:

1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be

+ 1.e. Make room.
* An Ethiopian, a black.

The dance.
Do you an injury.

+ A coxcombe

We have a trifling foolish banquet* towards.- Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied ;
Is it e'en so? Why, then I thank you all; Cry but-Ah me! couple but-love and dore;
I thank yon, honest gentlemen; good night:- Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
More torches here!-Come on, then let's to One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,

[late; Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, Ah, Sirrah, (To 2 Cap.] by my fay,t it waxes When king Cophetua lov'd the beggar. I'll to my rest.

maid.* [Exeunt all but Juliet and NURSE. He heareth not, stirreth pot, he moveth not; Jul. Come hither, nurse: What is yon gen- The apet is dead, and I must conjure him. tleman ?

conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio. By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip, Jul. What's he, that now is going out of | By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering door?

thigh, Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Pe- And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, truchio.

That in thy likeness thou appear to us. Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger not dance?

him. Nurse. I know not.

Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger Jul. Go, ask his name:-if he be married, To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle [him My grave is like to be my wedding bed. Of some strange nature, letting it there stand

Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Monta- Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down; The only son of your great enemy. [gue; That were some spite : my invocation Jul. My only love sprung from my only Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, hate!

I conjure only but to raise up him. 'Too early seen known, and knowo too late! Beń. Come, he hath hid himself among those Prodigious birth of love it is to me,

trees, That I must love a loathed enemy.

To be consorted with the humoroust night: Nurse. What's this? what's this?

Blind is his love, and best befits the dark. Jul. A rhyme I learn'd even now

Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the Of one I danc'd withal.

Now will he sit under a medlar tree, (mark. (One calls within, Juliet! And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, Nurse. Anon, anon:

As maids call medlars, when they laugh Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.

(Exeunt. Romeo, good night;-I'll to my truckle-bed;

This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:

Come, shall we go?
Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, Ben. Go, then; for 'tis in vain

And young affection gapes to be his heir ; To seek him here, that means pot to be found.
That fair, which love groan'd for, and would

(Exeunt. die, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. SCENE 11.-Capulet's Garden. Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again,

Enter Romeo.
Alike bewitched by the charm of looks;
But to his foe suppos'd he must complain,

Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful

wound.hooks :

[Juliet appears above, at a Window. Being held a foe, he may not have access

But, soft! what light through yonder window To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;

breaks! And she as much in love, her means much

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!To meet her new-beloved'any where: [less Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, But passion lends them power, time means to

Who is already sick and pale with grief,

That thou her maid art far more fair than she: meet, Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet.

Be not her maid, since she is envious; [Exit.

Her vestal livery is but sick and green,

And none but tools do wear it; cast it off.ACT II.

It is my lady; 0, it is my love: SCENE I.-An open Place, adjoining O, that she knew she were!

(that? CAPULET's Garden.

She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of Enter ROMEO.

Her eye discourses, I will answer it.

I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks : Rom. Can I go forward, when my hcart is | Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, here?

Having some business, do entreat her eyes Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. To twinkle in their spheres till they return. [He climbs the Wall, and leups down within it. What if her eyes were there, they in her head Enter Benvolio, and MERCUTIO.

The brightness of her cheek would shame those

stars, Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo!

As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Mer. He is wise;

Would through the airy region stream so bright, And, on my life, bath stolen him home to bed. That birds would sing, and think it were not Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this or.

night. chard wall:

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! Call, good Mercutio.

0, that I were a glove upon that hand, Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too.

That I might touch that cheek!
Romeo! humours! madman! passion ! lover!
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigb,

Alluding to the old ballad of the King and the Beggar.

+ This phrase in Shakspeare's time was used as an ex. * A collation of fruit, wine, &c.

pression of tenderness. Humid, mois † Faith. 1 1. c. Himself.

A votary to the moon, to Diana.

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Jul. Ah me!

As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea, Rom. She speaks :

I would adventure for such merchandise. (), speak again, bright angel! for thou art Jul. Thou know'st, the mask of night is on As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,

my face; As is a winged messenger of heaven

Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes For that which thou hast heard me speak toOf mortals, that fall back to gaze on him,

night. When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny And sails upon the bosom of the air.

What I have spoke; But farewell compliment!
Jul. O_Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Dost thou love me? I know, thou wilt say-
Romeo ?

Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st,
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, Thou may'st prove false; at lovers' perjuries,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

They say, Jove laughs. O, gentle Romeo, Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: this?

[Aside. Or if thou think'st'I am too quickly won,
Jul. 'Tis but thy name, that is ny enemy ;- L'Il frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,
Thou art thyself though, not a Montague. So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, por fout, In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part

And therefore thou may'st think my haviour*
Belonging to a man. (), be some other name!

What's in a name? that which we call a rose, But trust me, gentleman, I'll prore more true
By any other name would smell as sweet; Than those that have more cunning to be
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo callid,


[fess, Retain that dear perfection which he owes, I should have been more strange, I must conWithout that title :- Romeo, dofl't thy name; But that thou over-heard'st, ere I was ware, And for that name, which is no part of thee, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me; Take all myself.

And not impute this yielding to light love,
Rom. I take thee at thy word :

Which the dark night hath so discovered.
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd; Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,
Henceforth I pever will be Romeo,

That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the incop. in night,

stant moon, So stumblest on my cousel ?

That monthly changes in her circled orb, Rom. By a name

Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
I know not how to tell thee who I am:

Rom. What shall I swear by!
My name, dear saint, is bateful to myself, Jul. Do not swear at all;.
Because it is an enemy to thee;

Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Had I it written, I would tear the word. Which is the god of my idolatry,
Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred And I'll believe thee.

(sound; Rom. If my heart's dear love-
Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? I have no joy of this contract to-night: (thee,
Rom. Neither, sair saint, if either thee dis- It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden;

Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Jul. How cam’st thou bither, tell me? and Ere one can say-li lightens. Sweet, goudt wheretóre?

The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
And the place death, considering who thou art, May prove a beauteous flower when next we
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.

Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er- Good night, good night! as sweet repose and
perch these walls;

rest For stony limits cannot hold love out:

Come to my heart, as that within my breast! And what love can do, that dares love attempt, Rom. (), wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ? Therefore thy kinsmen are no lett to me. Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have toJul. If they do see thee, they will murder

night? thee.

Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful row Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine

for mine. eye,

sweet, Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst reThen twenty of their swords; look thou' but And I am proof against their enmity.

And yet I would it were to give again. Jul. I would not for the world, they saw thee Rom. Wouidst thou withdraw it? for what here,

purpose, love?
Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from Jul. But to be frank,t and give it thee again.
their sigbi;

And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
And, but thou love me,ş let them find me here: My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My life were better ended by their hate, My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. The more I have, for both are infinite.
Ju. By whose direction found'st thou out

(Nurse calls within. this place?

I hear some noise within ; Dear love, adieu ! Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to in- Anon, good nurse !-Sweet Montague, be true. quire;

Stay but a little, I will come again. [Erit. He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. Rom. O blessed blessed, night! I am aleard, I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far

Being in night, all this is but a dream,

Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
Owns, possesses. + Do of.
* Hinderance.
Vuless thou love me,

* Behaviour. | Shy. i Free

quest it:

Re-enter Juliet, above.

SCENE III.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good Enter Friar LAURENCE, with a Busket.

night, indeed. If that thy bent* of love be honourable, [row,

Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frownThy purpose marriage, send me word to-mor-Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of

ing night,

[light; By one that I'll procure to come to thee, Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the From forth day's path-way, made by Titan'st

And flecked* darkness like a drunkard reels And all my fortunes at thy foot I'llay, (rite; And follow thee, my lord, throughout the Now ere the sun advance bis burning eye,

wheels: world: Nurse. [Within.] Madam.

The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, Jul. I come, anon :-But if thou mean'st not With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced

I must fill up this osier cage of ours, (flowers. I do beseech thee,

(well, The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; Nurse. [Within.] Madam. Jul. By and by, I come:

What is her burying grave, that is her womb;

And from her womb children of divers kind To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief : To-morrow will I send.

We sucking on her natural bosom find; Rom. So thrive my soul,

Many for many virtues excellent, Jul. A thousand times good night!

None but for some, and yet all different. [E.rit.

O, mickle is the powerful grace, I that lies Rom. A thousand times the worse to want thy light.

In herbs, plants, stones, and their true quali

ties : Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from For nought so vile that on the earth doth live,

their books; But love from love, toward school with heavy

But to the earth some special good doth give; looks.

[Retiring slowly.

Nor aught so good, but strain'd from thai fair

use, Re-enter Juliet, above.

Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse :

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-0, for a falconer's And vice sometime's by action dignitied. voice,

Within the infant rind of this small flower To lure this tassel-gentlet back again!

Poison hath residence, and med'cine power : Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; For this, being smelt, with that part cheers Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,

each part; And make her airy tongue more hoarse than Being tasted slays all senses with the heart. mine

Two such opposed fues encamp them still With repetition of my Romeo's name.

In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will; Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my And, where the worser is predominant,

[night, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by Like softest music to attending ears!

Enter Romeo.
Jul. Romeo!
Rom. My sweet!

Rom. Good morrow, father!

Fri. Benedicite!
Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee?

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Rom. At the hour of nine.

Young son, it argues a distemper'd head, Jul. I will not făil; 'tis twenty years till So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: then.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, I have forgot why I did call thee back.

And where care lodges, sleep will never lie: Rom. Let me stand here till thou remeniher But where unbruised youth with unstuff'a

brain it.

[reign : Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth

Therefore thy earliness doth me assure, there, Rememb’ring how I love thy company:

Thou art up-rous'd by some distemp'rature; Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still Or, if not so, then bere I hit it rightForgetting any other home but this. [forget, Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee

Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was

mine. gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird ;

Fri. God pardun sin! wast thou with Rosa

line? Who lets it bop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, i

Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no; · And with a silk thread plucks it back again,

I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. so loving-jealous of his liberty.

Fri. That's my good son: But where hast

thou been then ? Rom. I would, I were thy bird. Ju. Sweet, so would I:

Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.

I have been feasting with mine enemy; Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me,

That's by me wounded; both our remedies sorrow, That I shall say-good night, till it be morrow.

Within thy help and holy physic lies: (Exit.

I bear no hatred, blessed man; for, lo, Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in My intercession likewise steads my foe. thy breast!


Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy 'Would I were sleep, and peace, so sweet to Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.

drift; Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell; His help to crave, and my dear haps to tell.

Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear

love is set (Erit.

On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: * Inclination.

+ The male of the go hawk. Fetters. Chance, fortune Spotted, sucakcd.

+ Theun.

| Virtue.



love now,

As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; (bine keeps time, distance, and proportion; rests me And all combin'd save what thou must com- his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your By holy marriage: When, and where, and bosom : the very butcher of a silk button, a how,

(vow, duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the very We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of first house,-of the first and second cause: Ah, I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the That thou consent to marry us this day. Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is Ben. The what? bere!

Mer. The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents !--By So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Jesu, a very good blade !-a very tall man!-* Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. very good whore!-Why, is not this a lamenta. Jesu Maria! what a deal of brine

ble thing, grandsire, that we should be thus Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline ! afflicted with these strange flies, these fashionHow much salt water thrown away in waste, mongers, these pardonnez-moys, who stand so To season love, that of it doth not faste ! much on the new form, that they cannot sit at The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, ease on the old bench? O, their bons, their Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears; bons ! + Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit Oran old tear that is not wash'd off yet :

Enter ROMEO. If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine,

Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline;

Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring: And art thou chang’d? pronounce this sentence then

-O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified !-Now

[men..is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Women may fall, when there's no strength in Rom. Thou chid’st me oft for Joving Rosa- Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen-wench; line.

- mariy, she had a better love to be-rhyme ber: Fri. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.

Dido, a dowdy; Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen Rom. And bad'st me bury love.

and Hero, hildings and harlots; Thisbe, a grey Fri. Not in a grave,

eye or so, but not to the purpose.-Signior To lay one in, another out to have.

Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she, whom Iterfeit fairly last night.

to your French slop. You gave us the coupDoth grace for grace, and love for love allow; counterfeit did I give you?

Rom. Good-morrow to you both. What The other did not so.

Mer. The slip, Sir, the slip;Can you dot Fri, 0), she knew well, Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell.


Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business But come, young waverer, come go with me,

was great; and, in such a case as mine, a man In one respect I'll thy assistant be ; For this alliance may so happy prove,

may strain courtesy.

Mer. That's as much as to say—such a case To turn your households’ rancour to pure love. Rom. 1, let us hence; I stand on sudden

as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams. baste.

Rom. Meaning-to court'sy. Fri. Wisely, and slow; they stumble, that

Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it.

run fast.

Rom. A most courteous exposition.
Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.

Rom. Pink for flower.
SCENE IV.-A Street.

Mer. Right.

Rom. Why, then is my pump|l well-flowered. Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be?- till thou hast worn out thy pump; that, whea

Mert Well said: Follow me this jest now, Came he not home to-night?

the single sole of it is worn, the jest may reBen. Not to bis father's; I spoke with his main, after the wearing, solely singular. Mer. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, į for the singleness!

Rom. O single-soled jest, solely singular that Rosaline,

Mer. Come between us, good Benrolio; my Torments him so, that he will sure run nad,

wits fail. Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; Hath sent a letter to his father's house.

or I'll cry a match. Mer. A challenge, on my life.

Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose Ben. Romeo will answer it.

chace, ** I have done; for thou hast more of Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer

the wild-goose in one of thy wits, than, I am a letter,

sure, I have in my whole five: Was I with you Ben. Nay, he will avswer the letter's mas

there for the goose ? ter, how he dares, being dared.

Rom. Thou wast never with me for any Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, be is already dead; thing, when thou wast not there for the goose. stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot

Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. thorough the ear with a love-song; the very

Rom. Nay, good goose, bite pot. pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's hutt-shaft:t And is be a man to encounter is a most sharp sauce.

Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting;tt it Tybalt? Ben. Why, what is Tybalt ?

* Terms of the fencing school Mer. More than prince of cats, I can tell + In ridicule of Frencbified coxcombs. you. O, he is the courageous captain of com- 1 Trowsers or pantaloons, a French fashion in Shal. pliments. He fights as you sing prick-song,s speare's time.

1 A pun on counterfeit

money called clips I. e. It is of the utmost consequence for me to be hasty.

1 Slight, thin 1 Sce the story of Reynard the Fox. ** A horse race in any direction the leader chooses to take. By notes pricked down.

+1 An apple.

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