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Nurse. My fan, Peter. Mer. Prythee, do, good Peter, to hide her face ; for her fan's the fairer of the two.

Nurse. Give ye good-morrow, gentlemen.
Mer. Give ye good den, fair gentlewoman.

Nurse. Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo ?

Rom. I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.
Nurse. You say well. If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence

with you.

Mer. Romeo, will you come to your father's ?-we'll to dinner thither. Rom. I will follow you. Mer. Farewell, ancient lady ; farewell.

[Exeunt MERCUTIO, and BENVOLIO. Nurse. Marry, farewell !—I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this, that was so full of his roguery?

Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk; and will speak more in a minute, than he will stand to in a month.

Nurse. An ’a speak any thing against me, I'll take him down.Pray you, sir, a word : and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behavior, as they say : for the gentlewoman is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly, it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.

Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee,

Nurse. Good heart ! and, i' faith, I will tell her as much: oh, she will be a joyful woman.

Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse ? thou dost not mark me.

Nurse. I will tell her, sir,--that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.

Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to shrift
This afternoon;
And there she shall at friar Laurence' cell
Be shriv'd, and married. Here is for thy pains.

Nurse. No, truly, sir; not a penny.
Rom. Go to; I say, you shall.
Nurse. This afternoon, sir ? well, she shall be there.
Rom. Farewell —Commend me to thy lady.

(Exit.
Nurse. Ay, a thousand times.-Peter!
Peter. Anon ?
Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before.

[Exeunt. SCENE V.-Capulet's Garden.

Enter JULIET.
Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the nurse ;
In half an hour she promis'd to return.
Perchance, she cannot meet him :—that's not so.-
O, she is lame ! love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten tiines faster glide than the sun's beams.
Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve
Is three long hours,-yet she is not come.
Had she affections, and warm youthful blood,
She'd be as swift in motion as a ball.

Enter Nurse.
O, she comes !-O honey nurse, what news ?
Now, good sweet nurse,-0! why look’st thou so sad ?
Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily ;-
If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet news
By playing it to me with so sour a face.

Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave a while ;
Fye, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had !

Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy news :
Nay, come, I pray thee, speak;-good, good nurse, speak.

Nurse. What haste ? can you not stay a while ? Do

you not see, that I am out of breath?

Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath
To say to me—that thou art out of breath?
The excuse, that thou dost make in this delay,
Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
Is thy news good, or bad ? answer to that;
Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance :
Let me be satisfied, Is't good or bad ?

Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man.--Go thy ways, girl; serve Heaven.--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. Oh, how my head aches ! what a head have I !
It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.-
Beshrew your heart, for sending me about,
To catch my death with jaunting up and down?

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,
And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,
And, I warrant, a virtuous :—Where is your mother?

Jul. Where is my mother ?why, she is within;

Where should she be? How oddly thou reply'st ?
Your love says like an honest gentleman,
Where is

your

mother? Nurse.

Marry, come up, I trow;
Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
Henceforward do your messages yourself.

Jul. Here's such a coil.--Come, what says Romeo
Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day ?
Jul. I have.
Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' cell,
There stays a husband to make you a wife.
Go; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell.

Jul. Hie to high fortune !-honest nurse, farewell.

Exeunt

SCENE VI.-Friar Laurence's Cell.

Enter Friar LAURENCE, and ROMEO.
Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
That after-hours with sorrow chide us not !

Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
It cannot countervail the 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 kiss, consume: The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness,
And in the taste confounds the appetite:
Therefore, love moderately ; long love doth so;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Enter JULIET.
Here comes the lady ;–0, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint :
A lover may bestride the gossamers
That idle in the wanton summer air,
And yet not fall; so light is vanity.

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
Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbor air, and let rich music's tongue
Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter.

Jul. 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 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,
Till holy church incorporate two

[Exeunt.

one.

ACT III.

Tybalt, indignant at Romeo's intrusion at Capulet's feast, seeks occasion to quarrel with him; Romeo refuses to fight,-Mercutio challenges Tybalt and falls in the encounter. Romeo avenges

his death by slaying Tybalt, and is condemned by the Duke to perpetual banishment from Verona.

SCENE II.--A Room in Capulet's House.

Enter JULIET.
Ju). Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus' mansion ; such a wagoner
As Phæton would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.-
Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine,
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
O, here comes my nurse,

Enter Nurse.
And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence.
Now, nurse, what news ?
Ah me! why dost thou wring thy hands ?

Nurse. Ah well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead !
We are undone, lady, we are undone !-
Alack the day!-he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead !

Jul. Can heaven be so envious ?

Nurse.
Though heaven cannot :-O Romeo, Romeo !
Whoever would have thought it ?—Romeo !

Jul. What demon art thou, that dost torment me thus ?
Hath Romeo slain himself ? say thou but ay,
And that bare little word shall poison more
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice.

Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,
A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
Pale, pale as ashes ;-I swooned at the sight.

Jul. O break, my heart !--poor bankrupt, break at once !
To prison, eyes ! ne'er look on liberty !

Romeo can,

Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here ;
And thou, and Romeo, press one heavy bier !

Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had !
O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman !
That ever I should live to see thee dead !

Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary?
Is Romeo slaughter'd; and is Tybalt dead ?

Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; Romeo, that killed him, he is banished.

Jul. O heaven! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt’s blood ?
Nurse. It did, it did ; alas the day! it did.
Jul. O serpent heart, hid with a flow’ring face !
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave ?
0, that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace !
Nurse.

There's no trust,
No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur’d.
Shame come to Romeo !
Jul.

Blister'd be thy tongue,
For such a wish! he was not born to shame!
Upon his brow shame is asham’d to sit ;
For 'tis a throne where honor may be crown'd
Sole monarch of the universal earth.
0, what a wretch was I to chide at him !

Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin ?
Jul. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband ?
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
When I, thy three hours' wife, have mangled it ?—
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring ;
Your tributary drops belong to woe,
Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.
My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain,
And Tybalt’s dead, that would have slain my husband :
All this is comfort ; Wherefore weep I then ?
Soiné word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,
That murder'd me: I would forget it fain ;
But, O! it presses to my memory,
Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished.
That–banished, that one wordbanished,
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts.
Romeo is banished. In that one word,
Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
All slain, all dead.
Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?

Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse : Will

you go to them? I will bring you thither. Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears, mine shall be spent When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.

Nurse. Hie to your cha.nber : I'll find Romeo

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