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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 ? 620 Your love says like an honest gentleman,Where is your mother?

Nurse. 0, God's lady dear! Are you so hot? 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 Lawrence' cell, There stays a husband to make you a wife: 631 Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. Hie you to church; I must another way, To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark : I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; But you shall bear the burden soon at night. Go, I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell.

639 Jul. Hie to high fortune!-honest nurse, farewel.



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Friar LAWRENCE's Cell. Enter Friar LAWRENCE,

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 Live-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.


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

660 Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.

Jul, Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too

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 neighbour air, and let rich musick'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: 671
They are but beggars that can count their worth;
But my true love is grown to such excess,
I cannot sum up half my suin 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 in one.


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A Street. Enter MERCUTIO, BenVOLIO, Page, and


Benvolio. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire; The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. 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 it 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 mov'd to be moody, and as soon moody to be mov'd.

Ben. And what too?

Mer. 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 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 quarrellid with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath waken'd thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a taylor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me for quarrelling!

30 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 !



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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.

40 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.: Merčutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,

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

Ben. We talk here in the publick haunt of men : Either withdraw into some private place,

51 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'H be hang'd, sir, if he wear your livery: Marry, go first to field, he'll be your follower;


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