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The other did not so.
Fr. O, she knew well,
Rom. O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.”
Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be — Came he not home to-night? Ben. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. Mer. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, Hath sent a letter to his father's house. Mer. A challenge, on my life. Ben. Romeo will answer it. Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a letter. - - . Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he dares, being dared. Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot thorough
9 i. e. It is of the utmost consequence for me to be hasty.
the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft;" And is he a man to encounter Tybalt Ben. Why, what is Tybalt? Mer. More than prince of cats,” I can tell you. O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song,” keeps time, distance, and proportion; rests me his minim rest one, two, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the very first house,_of the first and second cause: Ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the hay!" Ben. The what? Mer. The pox of such antick, lisping, affecting fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents!—By Jesu, a very good blade 1–a very tall man!—a very good whore 1–Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these pardonnez-moy's, who stand so much on the new form, that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench 2 O, their bons, their bons 15 Enter Rom Eo.
Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.
Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring:—O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishiffed!—Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in : Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen-wench;-marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her: Dido, a dowdy ; Cleo
/ * Arrow. * See the story of Reynard the fox. 3 By notes pricked down. * Terms of the fencing school. 5 In ridicule of frenchified coxcombs.
patra, a gipsy ; Helen and Hero, hildings and harlots; Thisbé, a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose.— Signior Romeo, bon jour ! there's a French salutation to your French slop." You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night. Rom. Good-morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you? Mer. The slip, sir, the slip;7 Can you not conceive? Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and, in such a case as mine, a man may strain courtesy. Mer. That's as much as to say—such a case as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams. Rom. Meaning—to court’sy. Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it. Rom. A most courteous exposition. Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. Rom. Pink for flower. Mer. Right. Rom. Why, then is my pump” well flowered. Mer. Well said: Follow me this jest now, till thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing, solely singular. Rom. O single-soled” jest, solely singular for the singleness! Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits fail.
6 Trowsers or pantaloons, a French fashion in Shakspeare's time. 7. A pun on counterfeit money called slips. 8 Shoe. 9 Slight, thin.
Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match. Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chace," I have done; for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in my whole five : Was I with you there for the goose? Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing, when thou wast not there for the goose. Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not. Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting;" it is a most sharp sauce. Rom. And is it not well served in to a sweet goose? Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel,” that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad Rom. I stretch it out for that word—broad: which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose. Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning for love 2 now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: for this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole. Ben. Stop there, stop there. Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair. - Ben. Thou would'st else have made thy tale large. Mer. O, thou art deceived, I would have made it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale: and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer. Rom. Here's goodly geer |
* A horse race in any direction the leader chooses to take. *An apple. * Soft stretching leather.
Enter Nurse and PETE it.
Mer. A sail, a sail, a saill Ben. Two, two; a shirt, and a smock. Nurse. Peter! Peter. Anon? Nurse. My fan, Peter." Mer. Prythee, do, good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer of the two. Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen. Mer. God ye good den,” fair gentlewoman. Nurse. Is it good den 2 Mer. "Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick" of noon. Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you? Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made himself to mar. Nurse. By my troth, it is well said;—For himself 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 sought him : I am the youngest of that name, for 'fault of a worse. Nurse. You say well. Mer. Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i'faith; wisely, wisely.
* It was the custom for servants to carry the lady's fam. 5 Good even. 6 Point.