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Is this the poultis for my aking bones?
Jul. Here's such a coil; come, what says Romeo?
love Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark, I am the drudge and toil in your delight, But you shall bear the burden soon at night. Go, I'll to dinner, hie you to the cell. Jul. Hie to high fortune ;honeft nurse, farewel.
SCE N E VI, Changes to the monastery.
Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo,
Rom. Amen, amen! but come what forrow can,
Fri. “Thele violent delights have violent eads, " And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, " Which, as they meet, consume. The sweetest honey Is lothsome in its own deliciousnefs, And in the taste confounds the appetite; Therefore love mod’rately, long love doth fo; Too swift arrives as tardy as too flow.
* And yet not fall, fo light is vanity.
ful. Good even to my ghostly confeífor.
Rom. Ah! Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
Jul. Conceit more rich in matter than in words,
А с т III. S CE N E 1.
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad;
Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword e pon the table, and says, God send me no need of thee! &rdly the operation of the second cup, draws it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.
Ben. Am I like such a fellow !
Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy rood as any in Italy; and as soon mov'd to be moody, and as soon mocdy to be mov’d.
Ben. And what to?
Mer. · Nay, an' there were two such, we nould have sccre 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 basel 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 quarrell’d 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 be• fore Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes • with old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me for quarrelling!
Ben. If I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man: should buy the fee-limple of ny 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.
Mer. And but one word with one of us ? couple it with something, make it a word and a blow,
Tyb. You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, if you will give me occasion.
Mer. Could you not take some occasion without gi-ving?
Tyb. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo.
Mier. Confort ! what dost thou make us minstrels! if thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but dircords : here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you dance, Zounds! consorts !
[ Laying his hand on his sword.. Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men : Either withdraw. unto some private place, Or reason coldly of your grievances, Or else depart; here all eyei gaze on us.
Mer. Mens' eyes were made to look, and let them I will not budge for.no man's pleasure, I, [gaze,
Enter Romeo. Tyb. Well, peace be with you, Sir! here comes my
Mer. But I'll be hang'd, Sir, if he wear your livery: Marry, go first to field, he'll be your follower ; Your Worship in that fense may call him man.
Tyb. Romeo, the love I bear thee, can afford
Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thec
Tyb, Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
Rom. I do protest I never injur'd thee,
Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile fubmiffion!
Tyb. What would'At thou have with me?
Mer. Good King of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives, that I mean to make bold withal; and as you lhall use me hereafter, dry.beat the rest of the eight, Will you pluck your sword out of his pilche by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. Tyb, I am for you.
[Drawing Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. Mer. Come, Sir, your passado.
[Mercutio and Tybalt fight.
Mer. I am hurt
Ben, What, art thou hurt?
Mer, Ay, ay,'a scratch, a scratch ; marry, 'tis enough.. Where is my page? go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
Rom. Courage, man, the hurt cannot be much.
Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door, but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am pepper'd, l warrant, for this world: A plague of both your houses ! What, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death?- a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights.by the book of arithmetic ? why the devil came you between us?: I was hurt under your arm.
Rom. I thought all for the best,
Mer. Help me into fome house, Benvolio,
[Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio,.
SCE N E II.
Rom. This day's black fate on more days does depends : This but begins.the woe, others must end..
Rom. Alive? in triumph? and Mercutio slain ? :