Pom. I will follaw you.

Mer. Farewel, ancient lady; farewel, lady, lady,. lady.

Exeunt MERCUTIO, and BENVOLIO. Nurse. I pray you, sir, whai saucy merchant was; this, that was so full of his ropery?

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.

490 Nurse. An 'a speak any thing against me, I'll take him down an 'a were lustier than lie is, and twenty şuch. Jacks! and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am: none of his skains - mafes :--And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?

Peter. I saw no man use you at his pleasure ; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you': I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on:

502 Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vext, that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave!--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,

should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say; for the gentlewoman is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly, it were an ill

my side.

thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.

513 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: Lord, lord, 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 gentleman-like offer. 521

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

Nurse. No, truly, sir; not a penny.
Run. Go to; I say, you shall.
Nurse. This afternoon, sir ? well, she shall be there.

Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abby-wall,
Within this hour my man shall be with thee; 530
And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair,
Which to the high top-gallant of my joy
Must be my convoy in the secret night.
Farewel !-Be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains.
Farewell Commend me to thy mistress.
Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee!-Hark you,

sir.. , Roin. What say'st thou, my dear nurse?

Nurse. Is your man secret ? Did you ne'er hear sayTwo may keep comsel, putting one away? Rom. I warrant thee my man's as true as steel. 540 F

Nurse:

Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady -Lord, lord !—when 'twas a little prating thing, 0,--there's a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the varsal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?

550 Rom. Ay, nurse; What of that? both with an R.

Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. R is for the dog No; I know it begins with some other letter: and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it. Rom. Commend me to thy lady.

[Exit. Nurse. Ay, a thousand times.-Peter! Pet. Anon ? Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before. 560

[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,

Perchance, she cannot meet him :-that's not so.-
o, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams
Driving back shadows over lowring hills :
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
Of this day's journey ; and from nine 'till twelve 570
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;
My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me:
But old folks, many feign as they were dead ;
Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.

Enter Nurse, with Peter. O God, she comes !-O honey nurse, what news? Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate.

580

Exit PETER. Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,- lord ! why look'st

thou sad?
Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily ;
If good, thou sham'st the musick of sweet news
By playing it to me with so sour a face.

Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave awhile ;-
Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had !
Jul. I would, thou had'st my bones, and I thy
news :
Fij

Nay, Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse,

speak. Nurse. What haste ? can you not stay awhile ? Do you not see, that I am out of breath?

590 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 chuse 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 talk'd on, yet they are past compare : He is not the flower of courtesy, but, l'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.--Go thy ways, wench; serve God:--What have

you

din'd 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.

610 My back o' the other side,-0, my back, my

back! Beshrew your heart, for sending me about, To catch my death with jaunting up and down!

Jul.