How much falt water thrown away in waste,
To feafon love, that of it doth not tafte!
The fun not yet thy fighs from heaven clears,
Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;
Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth fit
Of an old tear, that is not wafh'd off yet:
If e'er thou waft thyself, and thefe woes thine,
Thou and there woes were all for Rofaline;
And art thou chang'd Pronounce this fentence

then-
Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.
Rom. Thou chidd'it me oft for loving Rofaline.
Fri. For doating, not for loving, pupil mine.
Rom. And bad'ft me bury love.

Fri. Not in a grave,

To lay one in, another out to have.

Mer. More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is the courageous captain of compliments: he fights as you fing prick-fong, keeps time, diftance, and proportion; he rests his minim, one, two, and the third in your bofom: the very butcher of a filk button, a duellift, a duellift; a gentleman of the very first houfe;-of the first and fecond caufe 2-Ah, the immortal paffado! the punto reverfo! the hay 3 !

Ben. The what?

Mer. The pox of fuch antick, lisping, affecting fantafticoes; thefe new tuners of accent IBy—a very good blade !——a very tall man!a very good whore!- -Why, is not this a l

mentable thing, grandfire, that we should be thas afflicted with thefe ftrange flies, thefe fashion

Rom. I pray thee, chide not: the, whom I love mongers, thefe Pardonnez-moy's, who stand fo

now,

Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow;
The other did not fo.

Fri. O, the knew well,

Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell.
But come, young waverer, come go with me,
In one refpect I'll thy affiftant be;
For this alliance may fo happy prove,
To turn your housholds' rancour to pure love.

Rom. O, let us bence; I ftand on fudden hafte.
Fri. Wifely, and flow; They stumble, that run
faft.
[Exeunt.

Torments him fo, that he will fure run mad.
Ben. Tybalt, the kinfman of old Capulet,
Hath fent a letter to his father's houfe.

Mer. A challenge, on my life.

Ben. Romeo will answer it.

Mer. Any man, that can write, may anfwer a letter.

Ben. Nay, he will anfwer the letter's mafter, how he dares, being dar'd.

Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead!! ftabb'dwith a white wench's black eye, shot thorough the ear with a love-fong; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's but-shaft; And is he a man to encounter Tybalt? Ben. Why, what is Tybalt?

much on the new form, that they cannot fit at eale on the old bench? O, their bon's, their bon's 4! Enter Romeo.

Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romea. Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring:O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified !-Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen-wench;-marry, the had a better love to be-rhyme her: Dido, a dowdy; Cleopatra, a gipfey; Helen and Hero, hildings and harlots; Thibe, a grey eye or fo, but not to the purpofe.Siguior Romeo, bon jour! there's a French falutation to your French flops. You gave us the counterfeit fairly laft night.

Rom. Good morrow to you both. What counterteit did I give you?

Mer. The flip, fir, the flip; Can you not conceive?

Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and, in fuch a cafe as mine, a man may ftrain courtesy.

Mer. That's as much as to fay-fuch a cafe as yours conftrains a man to bow in the hams.

Rom. Meaning-to curt'fy.

Mer. Thou haft most kindly hit it.
Rom. A moft courteous expofition.
Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
Rom. Pink for flower.

Mer. Right.

Rom. Why, then is my pump well flower'd?.

Mer. Well faid: follow me this jest now, 'till thou haft worn out thy pump; that, when the fingle fole of it is worn, the jeft may remain, after the wearing, folely fingular.

Rom. O fingle-fol'd jeft, folely fingular for the fingleness!

Tybert, the name given to the Cat, in the story-book of Reynard the Fox. 2 That is, a gentleman of the first rank, of the first eminence among thefe duclluts; and one who understands the whole fcience of quarrelling, and will tell you of the firft caufe, and the second caufe, for which a man is to fight. 3 The hay is the word hai, you have it, used when a thruft reaches the antagonist. 4 i. e. How n diculous they make themfelves in crying out good, and being in ecítafies with every trifle. 5 Slots are large loose breeches or trowsers worn at prefent only by failors. 6 To understand this play upon the words counterfeit and flip, it should be obferved, that in our author's time there was a counterfeit piece of money diftinguished by the name of a flip 7 Dr. Johnson fays, Here is a vein of

wit too thin to b. cafily found. The fundamental idea is, that Romeo wore pinked pumps, that is, punched with holes in figures.

Mer.

Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my|

wit faints.

Rom. Switch and fpurs, fwitch and fpurs; or
I'll cry a match.

Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild goofe chafe,
I am done; for thou haft more of the wild-goofe
in one of thy wits, than, I am fure, I have in my
whole five: Was I with you there for the goofe?

Rom. Thou waft never with me for any thing,
when thou waft not there for the goofe.

Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jeft.
Rom. Nay, good goofe, bite not.

Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter fweeting; it is a
moft fharp fauce.

Rom. And is it not well ferv'd in to a sweet goofe? Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel 2, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad!

Rom. I ftretch it out for that word-broad; which added to the goofe, proves thee far and wide a broad goofe.

Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning for love now thou art fociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: for this driveling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole 3.

Ben. Stop there, stop there.

Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made himself to mar.

Nurfe. By my troth, it is well faid ;-For himfelf to mar, quoth 'a -Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo?

Rom. I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when you have found him, than he was when you fought him I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.

Nurfe. You fay well.

Mer. Yea, is the worst well very well took, 'faith; wifely, wifely.

Nurfe. If you be he, fir, I defire some confi dence with you.

Ben. She will indite him to fome fupper.
Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho!
Rom. What hast thou found ?

Mer. No hare, fir; unless a hare, fir, in a
lenten pye, that is fomething stale and hoar ere it
be spent.
An old bare boar 7,
And an old bare hoar,
Is very good meat in lent:
But a bare that is boar,
Is too much for a score,
When it boars ere it be spent..

Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to

Mer. Thou defireft me to stop in my tale against dinner thither.

the hair 4.

Rom. I will follow you.

Mer. Farewel, ancient lady; farewel, lady, lady, lady 8.

[Exeunt Mercutio, and Benvolio. Nurfe. I pray you, fir, what faucy merchant 9 was this, that was fo full of his rǝpery 10?

Rom. A gentleman, nurfe, that loves to hear himfelf talk; and will fpeak 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 an 'a were luftier than he is, and twenty fuch Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that fhall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt

Mer. Do, good Peter, to hide her face; for her gills; I am none of his fkains-mates11 :—And fan's the fairer of the two.

Nurfe. God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
Mer. God ye good den 6, fair gentlewoman.
Nurfe. Is it good den?

Mer. 'Tis no lefs, I tell you; for the bawdy hand
of the dial is now upon the prick of noon.
Nurfe. Out upon you! what a man are you?

thou must stand by too, and fuffer every knave to ufe me at his pleasure ?

Pet. I faw no man ufe you at his pleasure; if I had, my weapon fhould quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare draw as foon as another man, if I fee occafion in a good quarrel, and the law on my fide.

1 A bitter fweeting is an apple of that name. 2 Cheverel is foft leather for gloves; from chevreau,
a kid, Fr.
3 It has been already obferved, in a note on All's Well, &c. that a bauble was one of
the accoutrements of a licenfed fool or jetter. 4 An expreflion equivalent to one which we now
ufe against the grain." 5 The bufinefs of Peter carrying the Nurse's fan feems ridiculous ac-
cording to modern manners; but fuch was formerly the practice.
6 i. e. God give you

a good even. 7 Hoar, or hoary, is often used for mouldy, as things grow white from moulding
The burthen of an old tong.
9 Mr. Steevens obferves, that the term merchant, which was, and
even now is, frequently applied to the bowelt fort of dealers, feems anciently to have been used on
thefe familiar occafions in contradiXinction to gentleman; fignifying that the perfon fhewed by his
behaviour he was a low fellow. The term chaf, i. e. chapman, a word of the fame import with
merchant in its lefs refpectable fenfe, is fill in common ufe among the vulgar, as a gereral denomina-
tion for any perfon of whom they mean to fpeak with freedom or difcipect.
10. e. roguery.

11 A fkein or fkain was either a knife or a fhort dagger. By fhains mates the nurse means, none of his
loofe companions who frequent the fencing-fchool with him, where we may fuppofe the exercife of
this weapon was taught.

Nur. Now, afore God, I am fo vext, that] every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave!Pray you, fir, a word and, as I told you, my young lady bade me enquire you out; what she bade me tay, I will keep to myself: but firft let me tell ye, if ye thould lead her into a fool's pa radife, as they fay, it were a very grofs kind of behaviour, as they fay: for the gentlewoman is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly, it were an i'l thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.

Rom. Nurie, commend me to thy lady and miftrefs. I proteft unto thee,

Ne. Good heart! and, i' faith, I will tell her as much: Lord, lord, fhe will be a joyful

woman.

SCENE

Capulet's Garden.
Enter Juliet.

V.

Jul. The clock ftruck nine, when I did fend
the nurfe;

In half an hour the promis❜d to return.
Perchance, the cannot meet him:-that's not fe-
O, the is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times fafter glide than the fun's beams,
Driving back fhadows over lowring hills:
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.

Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurfe? thou Now is the fun upon the highmost hill doft not mark me.

Nafe. I will tell her, fir,-that you do proteft; which, as I take it, is a gentleman-like offer.

Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve
Is three long hours,-yet she is not come.
Had the affections, and warm youthful blood,

Rom. Bid her devife fome means to come to She'd be as fwift in motion as a ball;

thrift

This afternoon;

And there the fhall at friar Laurence' cell

Be thriv'd, and marry'd. Here is for thy pains.
Nurf. No, truly, fir; not a penny.
Rom. Go to; I fay you fhall.

there.

Nurfe. This afternoon, fir? well, fhe fhall be
[wall:
Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abby-
Within this hour my man shall be with thee;
And bring thee cords made like a tackled ftair,
Which to the high top-gallant 2 of my joy
Must be my convoy in the fecret night.
Farewel!-Be trufty, and I'll quit thy pains.
Farewel!-Commend me to thy mistress.
Nare. Now God in heaven blefs thee!-Hark
you, fir.

Rom. What fay't thou, my dear nurfe?
Nurfe. Is your man fecret? Did you ne'er hear
fav-

Two may keep counsel, putting one away?

My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me:

But old folks, many feign as they were dead:
Unwieldy, flow, heavy and pale as lead.
Enter Nurfe, with Peter.

O God, fhe comes !-O honey nurfe, what news?
Haft thou met with him? Send thy man away.
Nurfe. Peter, ftay at the gate. [Exit Peter.
Jul. Now, good fweet nurfe,-O lord! why
look'ft thou fad ?

Though news be fad, yet tell them merrily;
If good, thou fham'ft the mufick of tweet news
By playing it to me with fo four a face.

Nurie. I am aweary, give me leave a while ;→→
Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I
had!
[news:

ful. I would, thou hadft my bones, and I thy Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurie,

ipeak.

Nafe. What hafte? can you not stay a while? Do you not fee, that I am out of breath?

Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thos haft breath

Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as freel. Nurfe. Well, fir; my mistress is the fweeteft Pady-Lord, lord!-when 'twas a little prating To fay to me-that thou art out of breath? thing,-,-there's a nobleman in town, one The excufe, that thou doft make in this delay, Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but the, Is longer than the tale thou doft excufe. good foul, had as lieve fee a toad, a very toad, as fee him. I anger her fometimes, and tell her that Paris is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I fay fo, fhe looks as pale as any clout in the varfal world. Doth not rofemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?

Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;
Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
Let me be fatisfied; Is't good or bad?

Nurje. Well, you have made a fimple choice; you know not how to chufe a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his face be better than any man's, Rom. Ay, nurfe; What of that? both with an R. yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a Nurfe. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. foot, and a body,--though they be not to be talk'd R is for the dog. No; I know it begins with on, yet they are paft compare: He is not the fome other letter: and the hath the prettieft fen-flower of courtesy, but, I'll warrant him, as gentle tentious of it, of you and rofemary, that it would as a lamb.-o thy ways, wench; ferve God:do you good to hear it. What, have you din'd at home?

Rom. Commend me to thy lady.
Nurfe. Ay, a thousand times.-Peter!

[Exit.

Like ftairs of rope in the sackle of a ship. mall of a ship.

Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before; What fays he of our marriage? what of that?

2 The top-gallant is the highest extremity of the

Nurft

Nurf. Lord, how my head akes! what a head | That after-hours with forrow chide us not!

have I ?

It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.

Rom. Amen, amen! but come what forrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy

My back o' the other fide,-0, my back, my That one short minute gives me in her fight :

back!

Befhrew your heart, for fending me about,

To catch my death with jaunting up and down!
Jul. I' faith, I am forry that thou art not well :
Sweet, sweet, fweet nurfe, tell me what fays my
love?

Nurfe. Your love fays like an honest gentleman,
And a courteous, and a kind, and a handfome, and
I warrant, a virtuous:-Where is your mother?
Jul. Where is my mother?-why, the is within;
Where should she be? How oddly thou reply'it?
Your love fays like an honeft gentleman.———
Where is your mother?

Nurfe. O, God's lady dear!

Are you fo hot? Marry, come up, I trow;
Is this the poultice for my aking bones?
Henceforward do your meffages yourself.
Jul. Here's fuch a coil;-Come, what fays

Romeo?

Nurfe. Have you got leave to go to fhrift to-day ?|
ful. I have.
[cell,

Nurje. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence'
There stays a husband to make you a wife :

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.

Friar. Thefe violent delights have violent ends,
And in their triumph die; like fire, and powder,
Which, as they kifs, confume: The fweeteft
honey

Is loathfome in his own deliciousness,
And in the tafte confounds the appetite :
Therefore, love moderately; long love doth fo
Too swift arrives as tardy as too flow.
Enter Juliet.

Here comes the lady :-0, fo light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlafting flint
A lover may beftride the goffamour ▲
That idles in the wanton fummer air,
And yet not fall; fo light is vanity.

Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor.
Friar, Romeo fhall thank thee, daughter, for
us both.
[much,
ful. As much to him, elfe are his thanks too
Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more

Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,To blazon it, then fweeten with thy breath

They'll be in fcarlet 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 neft foon, when it is dark;
I am the drudge, and toil in your delight;
But you shall bear the burden foon at night.
Go, I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell.
Jul. Hie to high fortune !-honeft nurse, fare-
wel.

[Exeunt.

Friar. So fmile the heavens upon this holy aết,|

This neighbour air, and let rich mufick'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 fubstance, not of ornament :
They are but beggars that can count their worth;
But my true love is grown to fuch excefs,
I cannot fum up half my fum of wealth.

Friar. 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.

[Exeunt.

Ben.

I

ACT III.

SCENE I..
A Street.

Ben. Am I like fuch a fellow ?

Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Kaly; and as foon mov'd to be moody, and as foon moody to be mov❜d.

Ben. And what too?

Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants. PRAY thee, good Mercutio, let's retire The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, Mer. Nay, an there were two fuch, we should And, if we meet, we fhall not 'fcape a brawl; have none thortly, for one would kill the other. For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Thou! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that Mer. Thou art like one of thofe fellows, that, hath a hair more or a hair lefs, in his beard, than when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me thou haft. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for his fword upon the table, and fays, God fend me no cracking nuts, having no other reafon but he need of thee and, by the operation of the fecond caufe thou haft hazel eyes; what eye, but fuch cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there an eye, would fpy out fuch a quarrel? Thy is no need. head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat

and, as you shall ufe me hereafter, dry-beat the
reft of the eight. Will you pluck your fword
out of his pilcher 2 by the ears? make hafte, let
mine be about your ears ere it be out.
Tvb. I am for you.
[Drawing.

and yet thy head hath been beater as addle as an your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, egg, for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrell'd with a man for coughing in the ftreet, because he hath waken'd thy dog that hath lain asleep in the fun. Didst thou not fall out with a taylor for wearing his new doublet before Eafter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me for quarrelling!

Ber. An I were fo apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee-fimple of my life for an hour and a quarter.

Mer. The fee-fimple? O fimple!

Enter Tybalt, and others.

Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets.
Mer. By my heel, I care not.

Tyb. Follow me clofe, 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 fomething; make it a word and a blow.

Tyb. You shall find me apt enough to that, fir, if you will give me occafion.

Mer. Could you not take fome occafion without giving?

Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
Mer. Come, fir, your paffado. [They fight.
Rom. Draw, Benvolio;

Beat down their weapons:-Gentlemen, for shame
Forbear this outrage ;-Tybalt-Mercutio-
The prince exprefsly hath forbid this bandying
In Verona ftreets :-hold, Tybalt ;-good Merc
[Exit Tybal.

tio.

Mer. I am hurt ;

A plague o' both the houses !—I am sped
Is he gone, and hath nothing?
Ben. What, art thou hurt?
Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis
Where is my page ?-go, villain, fetch a furgeon.
[Exit Page.

Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much Mer. No, 'tis not fo deep as a well, nor fo wice as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill ferve: Tyb. Mercutio, thou confort'ft with Romeo,- afk for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a Mer. Confort! what, doft thou make us min-grave man. I am pepper'd, I warrant, for this ftrels? an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear world :-A plague o' both your houfes ! -What ! a nothing but difcords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that fhall make you dance. 'Zounds, confort! Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men: Either withdraw into fome private place, Or reafon coldly of your grievances, Or elfe depart; here all eyes gaze on us.

dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death!
abraggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book
of arithmetick!-Why, the devil, came you be-
tween us? I was hurt under your arm.

Rom. I thought all for the best.
Mer. Help me into fome house, Benvolio,

Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let Or I fhall faint.-A plague o' both your houses!

them gaze;

I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

Enter Romeo.

Tyb. Well, peace be with you, fir! here comes

my man.

[livery:
Mer. But I'll be hang'd, fir, if he wear your
Marry, go first to field, he'll be your follower;
Your worship, in that fenfe, 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 reafon that I have to love thee
Doth much excufe the appertaining rage
To fuch a greeting :-Villain I am none;
Therefore farewel; I fee thou know'it me not.

Tyb. Boy, this thall not excufe the injuries

That thou haft done me; therefore turn and draw.
Ron. I do proteft, I never injur'd thee;

But love thee better than thou canst devife,
'Till thou fhalt know the reafon of my love:
And fo, good Capulet,-which name I tender
As dearly as my own, be fatisfied.

Mer. O calm, difhonourable, vile fubmiffion!

A la ftoccate carries it away.

Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk ?

Tb. What wouldst thou have with me?

They have made worm's meat of me :
I have it, and foundly 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 ftain'd
With Tybalt's flander, Tybalt, that an hour
Hath been my kinfman:-O fweet Juliet,
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate,
And in my temper foften'd valour's steel.
Re-enter Benvolio.

Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead;
That gallant (pirit hath afpir'd the clouds,
Which too untimely here did fcorn-the earth,

Rom. This day's black fate on more days doch
depend 3;

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 flain!
Away to heaven, respective lenity,

And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now
Now, Tybalt, take the villam back again,
That late thou gay'st me; for Mercutio's foul
Is but a little way above our heads,

Mr. Good king of cats, nothing, but one of Staying for thine to keep him company;

2 Dr. Warburton fays, we

Stoccata is the Italian term for a thruft or ftab with a rapier. hould read pilche, which fignifies a cloke or coat of skins, meaning the fcabbard. day's unhappy destiny hangs over the days yet to come. There will yet be more mischief.

3. e. This

Or