Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me, SCENE III.-Friar LAURENCE's cell. That's by me wounded; both our remedies

Within thy help and holy physick lies : Enter Friar LAURENCE, with a basket.

I bear no hatred, blessed man; for lo, Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frown- My intercession likewise steads my foe. ing night,

Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in tby Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of drift; light;

Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's

love is set wheels :

On the fair daughter of rich Capulet : Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, And all combin’d, save what thou must combine I must up-fill this osier cage of ours,

By holy marriage: When, and where, and how, With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, What is her burying grave, that is her womb: That thou consent to marry us this day. And from her womb children of divers kind Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is We sucking on her natural bosom find;

here! Many for many virtues excellent,

Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, None but for some, and yet all different. So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies O, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities : Jesu Maria! What a deal of brine For nought so vile, that on the earth doth live, Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline ! But to the earth some special good doth give; How much salt water thrown away in waste, Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, To season love, that of it doth not taste! Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse : The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied ; Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears; And vice sometime's by action dignified. Lo, here upon thy check the stain doth sit Within the infant rind of this small flower Of an old tear, that is not wash'd off yet: Poison hath residence, and med'cine power: If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline ; part ;

And art thou chang'd ? pronounce this sentence Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.

thenTwo such opposed foes encamp them still Women may fall, when there's no strength in In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will ; And, where the worser is predominant,

Rom. Thou chidd'st me oft for loving RosaFull soon the canker death eats up that plant.

line.

Fri. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. Enter Romeo.

Rom. And bad'st me bury love. Rom. Good morrow, father !

Fri. Not in a grave, Fri. Benedicite!

To lay one in, another out to have. What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?- Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she, whom I Young son, it argues a distemper'd head, So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed : Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,

The other did not so. And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; Fri. O, she knew well, But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell. Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth But come, young waverer, come go with me, reign:

In one respect I'll thy assistant be ; Therefore thy earliness doth me assure,

For this alliance may so happy prove, Thou art uprous'd by some distemp'rature; To turn your households' rancour to pure love. Or if not so, then here I hit it right

Rom. 0, let us hence; I stand on sudden Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.

haste. Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was Fri. Wisely and slow; They stumble that mine.

run fast.
Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?
Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;

SCENE IV.-A street.
I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.
Fri. That's my good son: But where hast

Enter Benvolio and MERCUT10.
thou been then ?

Mer. Where the devil should this Ronco Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. be? I have been feasting with mine enemy;

Came he not home to-night?

men.

love now,

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man.

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Ben. Not to his father's; I spoke with his Rom. Meaning-to court'sy.

Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it. Mer. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, Rom. A most courteous exposition. that Rosaline,

Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. Torments him so, that he will sure ran mad. Rom. Pink for flower.,

Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, Mer. Right. 1 Hath sent a letter to his father's house.

Rom. Why, then is my pump well flowered. Mer. A challenge, on my life.

Mer. Well said: Follow me this jest now, Ben. Romeo will answer it.

till thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer the single sole of it is worn, the jest may rea letter.

main, after the wearing solely singular. Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, Rom. O single-soled jest, solely singular for how he dares, being dared.

the singleness! Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead ! Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my stabbed with a white wench’s black eye; shot wits fail. through the ear with a love-song; the very pin Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs ; of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt- or I'll cry a match. shaft; And is he a man to encounter Tybalt ? Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose Ben. Why, what is Tybalt ?

chase, I have done ; for thou hast more of the Mer. More than prince of cats, I can tell you. wild goose in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. I have in my whole five : Was I with you there

He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, for the goose ? : distance, and proportion; rests me his minim Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing,

rest, one, two, and the third in your bosom : the when thou wast not there for the goose. very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duel- Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. list; a gentleman of the very first house, -of the Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not. first and second cause : Ah, the immortal pas- Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is sado! the punto reverso ! the hay!

a most sharp sauce. Ben. The what?

Rom. And is it not well served in to a sweet Mer. The pox of such antick, lisping, affect- goose ? ing fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents !- Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel, that stretches By Jesu, a very good blade !-a very tall man !- from an inch narrow to an ell broad! a very good whore !-Why, is not this a la- Rom. I stretch it out for that word-broad : mentable thing, grandsire, that we should be which added to the goose, proves thee far and thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fa- wide a broad goose. shion-mongers, these pardonnez moy's, who stand Mer. Why, is not this better now than groanso much on the new form, that they cannot sit ing for love? now art thou sociable, now art at ease on the old bench? O, their bons, their thou Romeo ; now art thou what thou art, by bons !

art as well as by nature: for this driveling love

is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and Enter Romeo.

down to hide his bauble in a hole. Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. Ben. Stop there, stop there.

Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring:- Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified !-Now is against the hair. he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in : Ben. Thou would'st else have made thy tale Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen-wench ;- large. marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her: Mer. O, thou art deceived, I would have Dido, a dowdy ; Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen and made it short: for I was come to the whole Hero, hildings and hårlots ; Thisbé, a grey eye depth of my tale : and meant, indeed, to occupy or so, but not to the purpose. --Signior Romeo, the argument no longer. bon jour ! there's a French salutation to your Rom. Here's goodly geer! French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly

Enter Nurse and PETER. Rom. Good-morrow to you both. What Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail ! counterfeit did I give you?

Ben. Two, two; a shirt, and a smock. Mer. The slip, sir, the slip ; Can you not

Nurse. Peter ! conceive?

Peter. Anon? Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business Nurse. My fan, Peter. was great ; and, in such a case as mine, a man Mer. Pr’ythee, do, good Peter, to hide her may strain courtesy.

face ; for her fan's the fairer of the two. Mer. That's as much as to say—such a case Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen. as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams. Mer. God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.

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last night.

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it be spent.

a

a

Nurse. Is it good den?

radise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you ; for the bawdy behaviour, as they say: for the gentlewoman is hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon. young; and therefore, if you should deal double Nurse. Out upon you ! what a man are you? with her, truly, it were an ill thing to be offered

Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. made himself to mar.

Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and Nurse. By my troth, it is well said ;-For mistress. I protest unto thee, himself to inar, quoth'a ?-Gentlemen, can any Nurse. Good heart! and, i'faith, I will tell of you tell me where I may find the young Ro- her as much: Lord, lord, she will be a joyful meo?

woman. Rom. I can tell you ; but young Romeo will kom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou be older when you have found him, than he dost not mark me. was when you sought him: I am the youngest Nurse. I will tell her, sir,—that you do proof that name, for 'fault of a worse.

test; which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike Nurse. You say well.

offer. Mer. Yea, is the worst well ? very well took, Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to i'faith ; wisely, wisely.

shrift Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some con- This afternoon; fidence with you.

And there she shall, at friar Laurence' cell, Ben. She will indite him to some supper. Be shriv'd, and married. Here is for thy pains. Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho ! Nurse. No, truly, sir ; not a penny. Rom. What hast thou found ?

Rom. Go to; I say, you shall. Mer. No hare, sir ; unless a hare, sir, in a Nurse. This afternoon, sir ? well, she shall lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere be there.

Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the ab

bey-wall: An old hare hoar,

Within this hour my man shall be with thee; And an old hare hoar,

And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;
Is very good meat in lent:

Which to the high top-gallant of my joy
But a hare that is hoar,

Must be my convoy in the secret night.
Is too much for a score,

Farewell !-Be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains.
When it hoars ere it be spent.- Farewell !--Commend me to thy mistress.

Nurse. Now, God in heaven bless thee Romeo, will you come to your father's ? we'll Hark you, sir. to dinner thither.

Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse? Rom. I will follow you.

Nurse. Is your man secret ? Did you ne'er Mer. Farewell, ancient lady ; farewell, lady, lady, lady. [Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio. Two may keep counsel, putting one away?

Nurse. Marry, farewell !—I pray you, sir, Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as what saucy merchant was this, that was so full steel. of his ropery?

Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetRom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear est lady-Lord, lord !-when 'twas a little prahimself talk ; and will speak more in a minute, ting thing, -0,—there's a nobleman in town, than he will stand to in a month.

one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but Nurse. An'a speak any thing against me, I'll she, good soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very take him down an 'a were lustier than he is, and toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes, and twenty such Jacks; and, if I cannot, I'll find tell her that Paris is the properer man; but, those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as his flirt-gills ; I am none of his skains-mates:- pale as any clout in the varsal world. Doth not And thou must stand by too, and suffer every rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? knave to use me at his pleasure ?

Rom. Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R. Pet. I saw no man use you at his pleasure ; Nurse. "Ah, mocker ! that's the dog's pine. if I had, my weapon should quickly have been R. is for the dog. No; I know it begins with out, I warrant you : I dare draw as soon as an- some other letter: and she bath the prettiest other man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it and the law on my side.

would do you good to hear it. Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that Rom. Commend me to thy lady. every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave ! - Nurse. Ay, a thousand times. -Peter ! Pray you, sir, a word : and as I told you, my Pet. Anon? young lady bade me inquire you out ; what she Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before. bade me say, I will keep to myself : but first let

[Emnt. me tell ye, if ye should lead her into a fool's pa

hear say

my love?

Nurse. Lord, how my head aches ! what a SCENE V.-CAPULET's garden.

head have I !

It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
Enter JULIET.

My back ot'other side,-0, my back, my Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send back! the nurse;

Beshrew your heart, for sending me about, In half an hour she promis'd to return. To catch my death with jaunting up and down! Perchance, she cannot meet him :—that's not Jul. I'faith, I am sorry that thou art not well: $0.

Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times fasterglide than the sun's beams, Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleDriving back shadows over low'ring hills :

man, Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. And, I warrant, a virtuous :- Where is your Now is the sun upon the highmost hill

mother? Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve Jul. Where is my mother?--why, she is Is three long hours,- yet she is not come.

within ; Had she affections, and warm youthful blood, Where should she be? How oddly thou reply'st! She'd be as swift in motion as a ball;

Your love says like an honest gentleman,-
My words would bandy her to my sweet love, Where is your mother?
And his to me:

Nurse. 0, God's lady dear!
But old folks, many feign as they were dead; Are you so hot ? Marry, come up, I trow;
Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead. Is this the poultice for my aching bones ?

Henceforward do your messages yourself.
Enter Nurse and PeteR.

Jul. Here's such a coil ;-Come, what says O God, she comes !-- honey nurse, what news?

Romeo ? Hast thou met with him ? Send thy man away. Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to

Narse. Peter, stay at the gate. [Exit Peter. day? Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,- lord! why Jul. I have. look'st thou sad ?

Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;

cell, If good, thou sham’st the musick of sweet news There stays a husband to make you a wife : By playing it to me with so sour a face. Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,

Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave a while;~ They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. Fye, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I Hie you to church ; I must another way, had!

To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark:

I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good But you shall bear the burden soon at night. nurse, speak.

Go, I'll to dinner ; hie you to the cell. Nurse. Jesu, what haste? can you not stay Jul. Hie to high fortune !-honest nurse, a while ?

farewell.

[Exeunt. Do you not see, that I am out of breath? Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou SCENE VI.-Friar LAURENCE's cell.

hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath?

Enter Friar LAURENCE and Romeo. The excuse, that thou dost make in this delay, Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. That after-hours with sorrow chide us not ! Is thy news good or bad ? answer to that ; Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance :

can, Let me be satisfied, Is't good or bad?

It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; That one short minute gives me in her sight: you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! Do thou but close our hands with holy words, no, not he; though his face be better than any | Then love-devouring death do what he dare, man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a It is enough I may but call her mine. hand, and a foot, and a body,—though they be Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, not to be talked on, yet they are past compare : And in their triumph die ; like fire and powder, He is not the flower of courtesy,-but, I'll war- Which, as they kiss, consume: The sweetest rant him, as gentle as a lainb.-Go thy ways, honey wench; serve God:—What, have you dined at Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, home?

And in the taste confounds the appetite : Jul. No, no : But all this did I know before: Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so; What

says he of our marriage ? what of that? Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow, VOL. II.

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news:

To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath

This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue Enter JULIET.

Unfold the imagin'd happiness, that both Here comes the lady :-0, so light a foot Receive in either by this dear encounter. Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint : Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in A lover may bestride the gossomers,

words, That idle in the wanton summer air,

Brags of his substance, not of ornament : And yet not fall; so light is vanity.

They are but beggars that can count their worth; Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. But my true love is grown to such excess, Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.

Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too short work ; much.

For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Till holy church incorporate two in one. Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more

[Ereunt.

us both.

ACT III.

:

of you.

any man should buy the fee-simple of my life SCENE I.-A public place.

for an hour and a quarter.

Mer. The fee-simple? O simple !
Enter MERCUTIO, Benvolio, Page, and
Servants.

Enter Tybalt, and Others.
Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire ; Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets.
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,

Mer. By my heel, I care not. And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl; Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stir- them.-Gentlemen, good den: a word with one

ring. Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that, Mer. And but one wond with one of us? when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps Couple it with something ; make it a word and me his sword upon the table, and says, God a blow. send me no need of thee ! and, by the operation Tyb. You will find me apt enough to that, of the second cup, draws it on the drawer, when, sir, if you will give me occasion. indeed, there is no need.

Mer. Could you not take some occasion withBen. Am I like such a fellow ?

out giving ? Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in Tyb. Mercutio,' thou consort'st with Romeo,thy mood as any in Italy; and as soon moved Mer. Consort! what, dost thou make us minto be moody, and as soon moody to be moved. strels ? an thou make minstrels of us, look to Ben. And what to?

hear nothing but discords : here's my fiddleMer. Nay, an there were two such, we should stick; here's that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, have none shortly, for one would kill the other. consort ! Thou ! why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men : hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, Either withdraw into some private place, than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man Or reason coldly of your grievances, for cracking nuts, having no other reason but Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. because thou hast hazel eyes : What eye, but Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel ? Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. meat; and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. Thou hast quar

Enter Romeo. relled with a man for coughing in the street, be- Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir! here comes cause he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain

my man. asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with Mer. But I'll be banged, sir, if he wear your a tailor, for wearing his new doublet before livery: Easter with another, for tying his new shoes Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; with old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me Your worship, in that sense, may call him-man, from quarrelling!

Tyb. Romeo, the hate I bear thee, can afford Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, No better term than this—Thou art & villain.

them gaze;