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Nurse. Jesú, what haste? can you not stay a while?
Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a mån: 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 talked 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 dined at home?
Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before;
Jul. I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well : Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman,
Jul. Where is my mother ? --why, she is within;
0, God's lady dear! Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow;
Is this the poultice for my aching bones ?
Jul. Here 's such a coil,-Come, what says Romeo ?
Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence cell,
To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
SCENE VI.-Friar Laurence's Cell..
Enter Friar LAURENCE and Romeo.
Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
Fri. These violent delights have violent ends,
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,
work; For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Till holy church incorporate two in one. [Exeunt.
SCENE I.-A public Place,
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 bath 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 ; 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 wilt tutor me from 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.
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 shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an 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 : Either withdraw unto some private place, Or reason coldly of your grievances, Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them
Mer. But I 'll be hang'd, sir, if he wear your livery : Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower ; Your worship in that sense, may call him-man.
Tyb. Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford No better term than this—Thou art a villain.