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Ront. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, . , \m It cannot countervail th' exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight; Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine.

Fri. These violent.delights have violent ends,
And in their triumph die like fire and powder, ,
Which as they meet consume. The sweetest honey. -\
Is loathsome in its own deliciousnefs^. .,. t , ; .'.> -.-.;.
And in the taste"confounds the appetite: . . •

Therefore love mod'rately, long love doth so:
Too swift arrives as tardy as too flow.

•': Enter Juliet. \.

Here comes the lady\ O, so light a foot _ '.. -. >.

"Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint;

A lover may bestride the goflamour:

That idles in the wanton summer air, - .

And yet not fall, so light is vanity. .{,... )...». Jul. Good-even to my ghostly Consessor. .x Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. . Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too muchv Rom. Ah! Juliet, if the measure of thy joy

Be heapt like mine, and that thy skill be more

To blazon it; then sweeten with thy breath .;

This neighbour air, and let rich musick's tongue

Unfold th' imagin'd happiness, that both

Receive in either, by thistlear encounter.

Conceit more rich in matter than in words,

Brags of his substance, not of ornament:

They are but beggars that can count their worth,

But my true love is grown to such excess,

I cannot sum up one half of my wealth, [work, Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make short

For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone,

'Till holy church incorp*ratc two in one. Exeunt.

ACT

A C T III. S C E N E t

Thi STREET. .
Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, and Servant 's.

Bf NVO L.I p.'' |

IPray thee, go/ad Mercutio, let's retire.
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, 1
And if .we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl;
For now these hot days is the mad blood stirring.

Mfr. Thou art like one of those sellows, that when he enters the confines of a tavern clapsme. his sword upon the table, and says, G«4 find me. no need of thee!- and by the operation of a second cup, draws it on the drawer, when indeed there is no-need. } . .•.» I-..- . . Aa:'. tBen. Am 1 like such a seljo.w? . '- '. . ..'i.;:: t-\'. Mer. Come, cornet thoa art ashota Jack in thymood as any in Italy; and as soon mov'd to be moody, and as soon moody to be mov'd.

Ben'. And whatjp ? -, . :; . .

Afcr. 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 morCvPt^ hairless in his beard than thou hast: thou wilt quarrel with "a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason, but because thou hast hasel eyes; what eye, but such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel? thy head is as sull 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 quarrell'd with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun.

i 'Didst Didst thou not fall out with a taylor for wearing his newdoublet before Easter? with another, for tying his new Ihoes with old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me for quarrelling!

Ben. It I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the see-simple of my lise for an hour and a quarter.

Mtr. The see-simple? O simple!

Enter Tybalt, and others.

Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets.

Mer. By my heel, I care not.

Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them. Gentlemen, good-den, a word with one of you.

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?

Tyb. Mercutioy thou consort'st with Romeo

Mer. Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? if thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords: here's my fiddlestick > here's that shall make you dance. Zounds! consort!

[Laying his band on his sword.

Ben. We talk here in the publick 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. Mens eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

Enter Romeo.

Tyb. Well, peace be with you, Sir, here comes my man.

Mer. But, I'll be hang'd, Sir, if he wear your livery: Marry go first to field, he*ll be your follower, Your Worship in that sense may call him man.

Tyb.

Jjb. Romeo, the love I bare thee can afford
No better term than this; thou art a villain.

Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
To such a greeting: villain I am none,
Therefore farewel, I see thou know'st me not.

Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
That thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw.

Rom. I do protest I never injur'd thee, But love thee better than thou canst devise, 'Till thou shalt know the reason of my love. And so, good Capulet, (which name I tender As dearly as my own,) be satisfied.

Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! * 'Ha! la sioccataN carries it away. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, «'9come, will you walk ?x

Tyb. What wouldst thou have with me?

Mer. Good king of cats, * nothing but one of your nine lives, that I mean to make bold withal; and as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. "Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.

Tyb. I am for you. [Drawing.
Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
Mer. Come, Sir, your passado.

[Mercutio and Tybalt sight. Rom. Draw, Benvolio - beat down their weapons .

Gentlemen ■ for shame forbear this outrage •

Tybalt Mercutio the Prince exprefly hath

Forbidden bandying in Ferona streets.

Hold, Tybalt good Mercutio. [Exit Tybalt.

Mer. I am hurt
A plague of both the houses! I am sped:
Is he gone, and hath nothing?

Ben.

(a) See the note p. 260.

8 Aliastucatbt . . . eld edit. Iheob. emend. 9 will >'»u walk?

Ben. What, art thou hurt?

Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry .'tis enough. Where is my page? go, villain, setch a surgeon.

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 tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am pepper'd, 1 warrant, for this world: a plague of 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 arithmetics? 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! •
They have made worms-meat of me,

I have it, and soundly too your houses.

[Exe. Mer. Ben.

SCENE II.

Rom. This gentleman, the Prince's near allie,
My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
With Tybalt's slander; Tybalt, that an hour
Hath been my cousin: O sweet Juliet,
Thy beauty hath made me efseminate,
And in my temper softened valour's steel.

Enter Ben vol io.

Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead 5
That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.

Rom. This day's black fate on more days does depend i This but begins the woe, others must end.

Enter Tybalt.
Ben. Here comes the surious Tybalt back again.
Rom. Alive? in triumph? &ndMercutio slam?

Away

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