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Enter Nurse, and Peter her Max.
Rom. Here's goodly gear : a sail ! a fail !
Mer. Two, two, a fhirt and a smock.
Nurse, Peter.
Pet. Anon.
Nurse. My fan, Peter.

Mer. 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 ?

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,
Solely singular for the singleness !

Mer, Come between us, good Benvolio, my wit faintsi

Rom, Switch and spurs,
Switch and spurs, or I'll cry a match.

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..
Rom. Nay, good goofe, bite not.

Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting,
It is a most sharp fauce.

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. Thou desirelt me to stop in my tale against the hair.
Ben. Thou wouldłt else have made thy tale large.

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.

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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 ?
Very well took, i' faith, wisely, wisely.

Nurse. If you be he, Sir,
I desire some confidence with

Ben She will indite him to fome supper.

Mer A bawd, a bawd, a bawd. So ho!+.
Romeo, will you come lo your father's ? we'l to dinner

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

So ho!
Rom. What haft thou found ?

Mer, No hare, Sir, unless a hare, Sir, in a lenten pye, that is
something ftale and hoar ere it be spent.
An old hare hoar, and an old hare huar, is very good meat in Lent.
But a hare that is hoar, is too much for a score, when it hoars ere it

be spent.
Rome, will you come, Gc

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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
this afternoon ;
And there she shall at Friar Lawrence cell
Be shriy'd and married : here is for thy pains.

Nurse. No, truly, Sir, not a penny.
Rom. Go to, I say, you shall.
Nurse. This afternoon, Sir ? well, me shall be there,

Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey-wall:
Within this hour my man shall be with thee,
And bring thee cords, made like a tackled stair,
Which to the high top gallant of my joy
Must be my convoy in the secret night.
Farewel, be trully, and I'll quit thy pains,
Nurse. Now, God in heav'n ble's thee ! hark


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.
Nurse. Ay, a thousand times. Peter.-
Pet. Anon?
Nurse. Take my fan, and go before. . [Exeunt.
SCENE V. Changes to Capulet's house.

Enter Juliet.
Jul. The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse:
In half an hour she promis’d to return
Perchance she cannot meet him --that's not for
Oh, she is lame : love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun-beams,
Driving back shadows over lowring hills,
Therefore do nimble pinion'd doves draw love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve
Is three long hour's—and yet she is not come ;
Had she affections and warm youthful blood,
She'd be as swift in motion as a ball;
My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me.

Enter Nurse with Peter.
O God, she comes, O honey nurse, what news ?
Halt thou met with him? lend thy man away:

Nurse. Peier, stay at the gate. [Exit Peter.

Jul. Now, good tweet Nurle.-
O Lord, why look it thou fad ?
I ho' news be fad, yet tell them merrily :
If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet pews,

By playing 't to me with so four a face.

Nurse I am a weary, let me rest a while ;
Fy, how my bones ake, what a jaynt' have I had ?

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?
It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
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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,

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