Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbeywall: Within this hour my man shall be with thee, Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse? say, Two may keep counsel, putting one away? Rom. I warrant thee; my man's true as steel. Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady-Lord, lord!-when 'twas a little prating thing,-O-There's a nobleman in town, one SCENE V.-CAPULET'S Garden. Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the nurse; In half an hour she promis'd to return. But old folks, many feign as they were dead; Unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as lead. Enter Nurse and PETER. O God! she comes.-O honey nurse! what news! Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave awhile.Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have 1 had! Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse, speak. Nurse. Jesu, what haste! can you not stay Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my awhile? Do you not see, that I am out of breath! Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast To say to me-that thou art out of breath? Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose 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 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. 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. love? Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman, 66 Nurse. Jul. Here's such a coil-Come, what says Ro- Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? Nurse. Then, hie you hence to friar Laurence' There stays a husband to make you a wife: My back! o't' other side.-O, my back, my I am the drudge, and toil in your delight, back! Beshrew your heart for sending me about, To catch my death with jaunting up and down. But you shall bear the burden soon at night. Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, Enter JULIEt. Here comes the lady.-O! so light a foot Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too much. Rom. Ah, Juliet! if the measure of thy joy Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth. Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make short work; For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, [Exeunt. SCENE I.-A Public Place. Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants. 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 him 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, and 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 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! 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 will find me apt enough to that, sir, if you will give me occasion. Mer. Could you not take some occasion without giving? Tyb. Mercutio, thou consort'st 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. 'Žounds, 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 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 before to field, he'll be your follower; Your worship, in that sense, may call him-man. Tyb. Romeo, the hate I bear 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 am I none; As dearly as mine own,-be satisfied. Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! A la stoccata carries it away. [Draws. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? Tyb. What would'st 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. Beat down their weapons :-gentlemen, for shame Mer. I am hurt ; A plague o' both the houses!-I am sped :- Ben. enough. Where is my page ?-go, villain, fetch a surgeon. [Exit Page. 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 to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world:a plague o' both your houses!-'Zounds! 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 arithmetic!-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! [Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO. Rom. This gentleman, the prince's near ally, 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 effeminate, And in my temper soften'd valour's steel. Re-enter BENVOLIO. Ben. O Romeo, Romeo! brave Mercutio's dead; 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 doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end. Re-enter TYBALT. Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain! Away to heaven, respective lenity, And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now! Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, That late thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, 1 Cit. Which way ran he, that killed Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? Ben. There lies that Tybalt. 1 Cit. Up, sir:-go with me; I charge thee in the prince's name, obey. Enter Prince, attended: MoNtague, Capulet, their Wives, and others. Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? Ben. O noble prince! I can discover all The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child! O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spill'd Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? did slay: Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd, With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast; "Hold, friends! friends, part!" and, swifter than his tongue, His agile arm beats down their fatal points, La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague; Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; His fault concludes but what the law should end, The life of Tybalt. Prin. And for that offence, Immediately we do exile him hence: I have an interest in your hate's proceeding, Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses; [Exeunt. SCENE II.-A Room in CAPULET'S House. Enter JULIET. Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus' mansion; such a waggoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately.Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! That, unawares, eyes may wink, and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen!Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties; or if love be blind, It best agrees with night.-Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match, Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods: Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, Think true love acted simple modesty. Come night, come Romeo, come thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.— Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd |