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What says he of our marriage what of that ?
7 Ill betide. * Noise, bustle,
Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
Enter Friar LAURENCE 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
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
Fri. These violent delights have violent ends,
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Enter JULIET, Here comes the lady:—O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: A lover may bestride the gossomers? That idle in the wanton summer air, And yet not fall; so light is vanity. Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too much. 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: They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess, I cannot sum up half my sum 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. [Ereunt.
Enter MERcutio, BEN volio, 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. * Paint, display. * Imagination.
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 1 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 2 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 2 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 2 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 TY BALT, 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. 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 2 * Tyb. Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo,Mer. Consort 2 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, consorts 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.
Enter Roy Eo.
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