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ways, wench ; serve God.—What, have
dined at home? Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before;
he of our marriage ? what of that? Nurse. Lord, how my head akes ! what a head
have I? It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. My back o’t’other side, -0, my back, my back!Beshrew7 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 mo
ther? Jul. Where is my mother?--why, she is within; Where should she be? How oddly thou reply'st? Four love
like an honest gentleman, Where is
O, God's lady dear! Are you so hot ? Marry, come up, I trow; Is this the poultice for my aking bones? Henceforward do your messages yourself. Jul. Here's such a coil, —come, what says Ro
meo? 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 :
Now comes the wanton blood
up 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
bear the burden soon at night. Go, I'll to a.nner; hie you to the cell. Jul. Hie to high fortune !-honest nurse, farewell.
Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter Friar Laurence and Romeo.
Fri. These violent delights have violent ends,
Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor.
Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
work; For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Till holy church incorporate two in one.
SCENE I. A public Place. Enter Mercurio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants.
Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire ; The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, 9 The long white filament which flies in the air.
1 Paint, display. 2 Imagination
And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl;
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 1 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, 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 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 ribband? 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!
Enter TYBALT, and Others.
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 consortest 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. 'Zounds, consort! Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men: Either withdraw into 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.
Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir! here comes
my man. Mer. But I'll be hanged, 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