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Enter Nurse, and Peter her Max.
Mer. Do, good Peter, to hide her face ; for her fan's the fairer of the two.
Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you ; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon.
Murse. Out upon you! what a man are you?
Rom. O single fold jelt,
Mer, Come between us, good Benvolio, my wit faintsi
Rom, Switch and spurs,
Mer, Nay, if our wits run the wild-goose chace, I am done : for thou hast more of the wild goofe in one of thy wits, than I am sure I have in my whole fire. 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..
Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting,
Rom. And is it not well serv'd in to a sweet goofe?.
Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad.
Rom. I ftretch 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 than groning for love ? Now thou art sociable ; now art thou Romco; 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 op and down to hide his bauble in a hole.
Ben. Stop there, stop there.
Mer. O, thou art deceiv'd, I would have made it short; for I was come to the whole d-pth of my tale, and meant indeed to occa: py the argument no longer.
Roms Guod morrow, WC.
Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made, himselt to mar.
Nurse. By my troth, it is well faid : for himself to mar, quotha ? 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.
Nurje You say well,
Mer. Yea, is the worst well ?
Nurse. If you be he, Sir,
Mer A bawd, a bawd, a bawd. So ho!+.
thither. Rom, I will follow
you. Mer. Farewel, ancient lady ; Farewel, lady, lady, lady. [Exeunt Mercutio, Benvolio.
Nurse. I pray you, sir, what faucy merchant was this that was so full of his ropery?
Roma A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk; and will speak more in a minute, than he will stand to in a month.
Nurje. An'a speak any thing against me, I'll take him down an' he were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks ; and if I cannot, l'll find those that shall. $curvy knave, I am none of his flirt-gills ; Tam pone of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure ?
[To her man. Pet. I faw no man use you at his pleasure : if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant
Mer, No hare, Sir, unless a hare, Sir, in a lenten pye, that is
you. 'I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and ihe law on my side,
Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vex'd, that every part about me quivers - Scurvy knave! Pray you, Sir, a word : and, as I told you, my young lady bid me inquire you out; what the bid me lay, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye it ye should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say, for the gentlewoman is young; and therefore, it you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealiog.
Romeo. Commend me to thy lady and mistrefs, I protest unto thee
Nurse. Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much : Lord, Lord, the will be a joyful woman.
Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nursed thou dost not mark me.
Nurse. I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentleman-like offer.
Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to thrift
Nurse. No, truly, Sir, not a penny.
Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey-wall:
Sir. Rom. What sayest thou, my dear nurse?
Nurse. Is your man secret ? did you ne'er hear say, Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
Rom, I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.
Nurse. Well, Sir, my mistress is the sweetest Lady ; Lord, Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing-0, there is a Nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as licve fee a
toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her, that Paris is the properer man; but I'll warrant you, when I lay 1o, she looks as pale as any clout in the verfal world. Doth not Rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?
Rom. Ay, nurse, what of that? both with an R.
Nurse. Ab, mocker ! that's the dog's name. R is for thee? No: I know it begins with another letter ; and she hath the prettiest fententious of it, of you and rosemary, that is would do you good to hear it.
Rom. Commend me to thy Lady [Exit Rom.
Enter Nurse with Peter.
Nurse. Peier, stay at the gate. [Exit Peter.
Jul. Now, good tweet Nurle.-
By playing 't to me with so four a face.
Nurse I am a weary, let me rest a while ;
Jul. I would thou had it my bones, and I thy news ! Nay, come, I pray thee, speak.com Good, good nurse,
speak. Nurse. Jesu! what haste? Can you not stay a while ? Do you not see, that I am out of breath?
Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast To say to me, that thou art out of breath ? [breath, Th' excuse that thou dost make in this delay, Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. Is thy news good or bad? answer to that ; Say either, and I'll stay the circumitance, Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad ?
Nurse, Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to chuse a man: Romeo, no, not be; though his face be no better than another man's, yet his legs excel all mens ; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body, tho' they be not to be talked on, yet they are pait compare. He is not the flower of courtesy *, but I warrant him, as gentle as a lambmma Go thy ways, wench, serve God What, have
dined at home? Jul, No, no -but all this did. I know before : What says he of our marriage ? what of that?
Nurse. Lord, how my head akes! what a head have I?
back : Beshrew
your heart, for sending me about To catch my death with jaunting up and down.
Jul. l' faith, I am sorry that thou art so ill. Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me what says my love?
Nurse. Your love says like an honelt gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handfone, 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! Your love Jays like an honest gentleman: Where is your mother?
Nurse, o, God's I.ady dear, Are you
lo hot? marry, come up, 1 trow, * i. c. no jop; this being one of their titles at that time,