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wide a broad goose.
Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my| Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made wit faints.
himself to mar. Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or Nurse. By my troth, it is well said ;-For himI'll cry a match.
self to mar, quoth’a?--Gentlemen, can any of you Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, 5 tell me where I may find the young Romeo? I am done; for thou hast more of the wild-goose Rom. I can tell you; but young Ronico will in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in my be older when you have found him, than he was whole five: 'Was I with you there for the goose? when you sought him: I am the youngest of that
Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing, name, for fault of a worse. when thou wast not there for the goose.
101 Nurse. You say well. Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. Nler. Yea, is the worst well? very well took, Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not.
li faith; wisely, wisely.
dence with you.
Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel?, that stretches Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho !
Rom. What hast thou found ?
20 it be spent. Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning
An old hare hear?,
And an old hare hoar,
Is viry good meat in lent:
But a hare that is hoar, great natural, that runs lolling up and down to 25
Is too much for a score,
Wen it hoars ere it be spent.
Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to
(large. Rom. I will follow you. Ben. Thou would'st else have made thy tale 30 Mer. Farewell
, ancient lady; farewell, lady, Mer. O, thou art deceiv'd, I would have made lady, lady". it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my
[Exeunt Mercutio, and Benvolio. tale; and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument Nurse. I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant', no longer.
was this, that was so full of his ropery "'? Rom. Here's goodly geer!
135 Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear Enter Nurse, and Peter.
himself talk; and will speak inore in a minute, Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail !
than he will stand to in a month. Ben. Two, two; a shirt, and a smock.
Nurse. An’a speak any thing against me, I'll Nurse. Peter!
take him down an'a were lustier than he is, and Peter. Anon?
40 twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those Nurse. My fan”, Peter.
that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirtMer. Do, good Peter, to hide her face; for her gills; I am none of his skains-mates": -And fan's the fairer of the two.
thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave
had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy warrant you: I dare draw as soon as another man, hanol of the dial is now upon the prick of nocn.
if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you!! lon my
side, " A bitter sweeting is an apple of that name:
2 Cheverel is soft leather for gloves; from chevreau, a kid, Fr. It has been already observed, in a note on All's Well, &c., that a buuble was one of the accoutrements of a licensed fool or jester. * An expression equivalent to one which we now use "against the grain.” “The business of Peter carrying the Nurse's fan seems ridiculous according to modern manners; but such was formerly the practice. i. e. God give you a good even, ' Hoar, or houry, is often used for mouldy, as things grow white from moulding. o'The burthen of an old song.
Mr. Steevens observes, that the term merchunt, which was, and even now is, frequently applied to the lowest sort of dealers, seems anciently to have been used on these familiar occasions in contradistinction to gentleman ; signifying that the person shewed by his behaviour he was a low fellow.—1 he terni chup, i. e. chapman, a word of the same import with merchant in its less respectable sense, is still in conimon use ainong the vulgar, as a general denomination for any person of whom they mean to speak with freedom or disrespect.
'10 i. e. roguery
" A skein or skain was cither a knife or a short dagger: --By skķins-mates the nurse means, none of his loose companions who frequent the fencing-school with him, where we may suppose the exercise of this weapon was taught. 3 R2
Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vext, that Pet. Anon? every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave! Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before. Pray you, sir, a word: and, as I told you, my
[Exeunt. young lady bade me enquire you out; what she
SCENE V. bade me say, I will keep to niyself: but first let 5
Capulet's Garden. radise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of
Enter Juliet. behaviour, as they say: for the gentlewoman is Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send young; and, therefore, if you should cleal double
the nurse; with her, truly, it were an ill thing to be offered 10 In half an hour she promis'd to return. [s0.to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. Perchance, she cannot meet him :-that's not
Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and 0, she is lame! love's herakls should be thoughts, mistress. I protest unto thee,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, Nurse. Good heart! and, i' faith, I will tell Driving back shadows over lowring hills: her as much: Lord, lord, she will be a joyful 15 Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, woman.
And therefore bath the wind-swift Cupid wings. Ron. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou Now is the sun upon the bighmost hill dost not mark me.
Of this day's journey; and froin nine till twelve Nurse. I will tell her, sir,--that you
Is three long hours, -yet she is not come. which, as I take it, is a gentleman-like offer. 201lad she affections, and warm youthful blood, Rom. Bid her devise some means to conie to She'd be as swift in motion as a ball; shrift
My words would bandy her to my sweet lore, This afternoon;
And his to me:
Enter Nurse, with Peter.
O God, she comes !_0 honey nurse, what news? Nurse. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. there. [wall: Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate.
(Erit Peter. Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey 30 Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,_0 lord! why Within this hour my man shall be with thee;
look'st thou sad? And bring thee cords niade like a tackled stair', Though news be sad, yeð tell them merrily; Which to the high top-gallant' of my joy If good, thou sham'st the musick of sweet news Must be my convoy in the secret night.
By playing it to me with so sour a face. Farewell!--Be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains. 33 Nurse. Iain aweary, give me leave a while;-, Farewell!-Commend me to thy mistress. fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee!-Hark
Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse? Nay, come, I pray thee, speak;—good, good Nurse. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er 40 nurse, speak.
Nurse. What haste? can you not stay a while? Two may keep counsel, putting one away? Do you not see, that I am out of breaih?
Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel. Júl. How art thou out of breath, when thou Nurse. Well, sir; my inistress is the sweetest
hast breath lady-Lord, lord !-wlien 'twas a little prating 45 To say to me--that thou art out of breath? thing, -0,--there's a nobleinan in town, one The excuse, that thou dost make in this delay, Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but she, Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. good soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as Is thy news good, or bad: answer to that; see him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance: Paris is the properer inan; but, I 'll warrant you, 50|Let me be satisfied; Is 't good or bad? when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; the varsal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, begin both with a letter?
[an R. not he; though his face be better than any man's, Rom. Ay, nurse; What of that? both with lyet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a
Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. 55 ivot, and a body,—though they!. not to be talk'd R is for the dog. No; I know it begins with on, yet they are past compare : He is not the some other letter: and she hath the prettiest sen- nower of courtesy, but, I'll warrant him,as gentle tentious of it, of you and rosemary, ihat it would as a lamb.-Go thy ways, wench; serve God:do you good to hear it.
What, have you din'd at home? Rom. Commend me to thy lady:
[Exit. 60 Jul. No, no: But all this I did know before; Nurse. Ay, a thousand times. ---Peter! What says he of our marriage? what of that?
· Like stairs of rope in the tackle of a ship. ? The top-gallant is the highest extremity of the mast of a ship.
Nurse. Lord, how my head akes ! what a head (That after-hours with sorrow chide us not! have I!
Rom. Ainen, amen! but come what sorrow can, It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy My back o' the other side,-0, my back, my That one short minute gives me in her sight: back!
5 Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Beshrew your heart, for sending me about, Then love-devouring death do what he dare, To catch my death with jaunting up and down! It is enough I may but call her mine,
Jul. I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well: Friar. 'T'hese violent delights have violent ends, Sweet, sweet, swect nurse, tell me what says my And in their triumph die; like fire, and powder, love?
10 Which, as they kiss, consume; The sweetest Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman,
Jul. Where is my mother:—why, she is within; Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so;
Here comes the lady :-0, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint;
20 That idles in the wanton summer air,
Friar. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day:
[much, Jul. I have.
[cell, 25 Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Lawrence' Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of tby joy There stays a husband to make you a wife: Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. This neighbour air, and let rich musick's tongue Hie you to church; I must another way, 30 Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Receive in either by this dear encounter. Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark: Jul. Conceit,more rich in matter than in words, I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; Brags of his substance, not of ornament: But you shall bear the burthen soon at night. They are but beggars that can count their worth; Go, I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell. 35 But iny true love is grown to such excess, Jul. Hie to high fortune !—honest nurse, fare- I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth, well.
[Exeunt. Friar. Come, come with me, and we will SCENE VI.
make short work; Friar Lawrence's Cell.
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Enter Friar Luwrence, and Romeo. 40 Till holy church incorporate two in one, friar. So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
1501 Ben. Am I like such a fellow?
Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in A Street.
thy mood as any in Italy; and as soon mov'd to Enter Alercutio, Benvolio, Page, and Serrants. be moody, and as soon moody to be mov’d.
PRAY thee, good Mercutio, let 's retire; Ben. And what to?
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, 155 Mer. Nay, an there were two such, we should And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl; have none shortly, for one would kill the other. For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Thou ! why thoả wilt quarrel with a man that
Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that, hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for his sword upon the table, and says, God'send me no 60 cracking nuts, having no other reason but beneed of thee! and, by the operation of the second cause thou hast hazel eyes; what eye, but such cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there an eye, would spy out such a quarrel? Thy is no need.
lhead'is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat;
See note 3, p. 957.
and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an Lyour nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, egg, for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelld with a and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the man for coughing in the street, because he hath rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out waken'd thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. of his pilcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine Didst thou not fall out with a taylor for wearing 5 be about your ears ere it be out. his new doublet before Easter? with another, for Tyb. I am for you.
[Drawing tying his new shoes with old ribband? and yet Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. thou wilt tutor me for quarrelling!
Mer. Come, sir, your passado. [They fight. Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, Rom. Draw, Benvolio; any man should buy the fee-simple of my life 10 Bear down their weapons:-Gentlemen, for shame for an hour and a quarter.
Forbear this outrage ;--Tybalt-MercutioMler. The fee-siinple? O simple!
The prince expressly hath forbid this bandying Enter Tybult, and others.
In Verona streets:-hold, Tybalt;-good MerBen. By iny head, here come the Capulets.
[Exit Tybalt, Mer. By my heel, I care not. [them.– 15 Mer. I am hurt; Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to A plague o' both the houses -I am sped:Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you. Is he gone, and hath nothing?
Mes. And but one word with one of us? Ben. What, art thou hurt? [enough. Couple it with something; make it a word and a Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis blow.
20 Where is my page :-go, villain, fetch a surgeon. Tyb. You shall find me apt enough to that, sir,
[Exit Page. if you will give me occasion.
Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. Could you not take some occasion with- Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide out giving?
as a church door; but 'tis enough; 'twill serve: Tyb. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,- 25 ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a Mer. Consort ! what, cost thou make us min
I am pepper'd, I warrant, for this strels ? an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear world.-.I plague o' both your houses ! What! a nothing but discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's log, a rat,a mouse, a cat,to scratchaman to death! that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort ! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the
Ben. We talki here in the public haunt of men : 30 book of arithmetick!-\hy, the devil, came
Rom. I thought all for the best.
Ucr. Help me into some house, Benvolio, Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let Or I shall faint.-A plague o' both your houses !
33 They have made worm's meat of me: I will not budge tor no man's pleasure, I. I have it, and soundly too:-Your houses! Enter Poinco.
[Ercunt Vercutio, and Bear lin. Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir ! here comes Rom. This gentleman, the prince's near ally, my man.
[livery: My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt Mer. But I'll be hang'd, sir, if he wear your 40 [n my behalf; my reputation stain'd Marry, go first to field, he 'll be your follower; With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour Your worship, in that sense, may call him-man. Hath been my kinsman :-0 sweet Juliet,
Tyb. Romeo, the hate I bear thee, can afford Thy beauty hath made me effeminate, No better term than this—Thou art a villain. And in my' temper soften’d valour's steel. Rem. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee 45
Re-enter Bentolio. Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead; To such a greeting :-Villain I am none; That gallant spirit bath aspir'd the clouds, Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not. Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth That thou hast done me; therefore turn and so depend?;
Rom. I to protest, I never injur'd thee; (draw This but begins the woe, others must end. But love thee better than thou canst devise,
Re-enter Tybalt. 'Till thou shalt know the reason of iny love : Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender Rom, Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio stain! As dearly as my own, be satisfied.
55 Away to heaven, respective lenity, Mer. O calın, ishonourable, vile submission! And tire-ey'd fury be my conduct now !-A la stocuta 'carries it away.-
Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
That late thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul Tyb. What would'st thou have with me? Is but a little way above our heads, Àler. Good king of cats, nothing but one of/60 Staying for thine to keep him company;
Stoccata is the Italian term for a thrust or stab with a rapier. 2 Dr. Warburton says, we should read pilche, which signifies a cloke or coat of skins, meaning the scabbard. si. e. This day's unhappy destiny hangs over the days yet to come. There will yet be more mischief.
Or thou, or 1, or both shall follow him. [here,) This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
Tyb. Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him la. Cup. He is a kinsman to the Montague, Shalt with him hence.
Wifection makes him false, be speaks not true: Rom. This shall deterniine that.
Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, [They fight. Tybalt falls. And all those twenty could but kill one life: Ben. Romeo, away, be
I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give; The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain :- [cleati, Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live. Stand not amaz'd: the prince will doom the Prin. Romen slew him, he slew Mercutio ; If thou art taken:-hence!-be gone!-away! who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? Rom. O! I am fortune's fool!!
101 La. Mion. Not Romeo, prince; he was MerBen. Why dost thou stay?
cutio's friend ; Enter Citizens, &c.
His fault concludes but what the law should end, Cit. Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio ? The life of Tybalt. Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran hie? Prin. And, for that offence, Ben. There lies that Tybalt.
15 Immediately we do exile him hence: Cit. Up, sir, go with me;
I have an interest in your hates' proceeding, [ing; I charge thee in the prince's name, obey. My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleedEnter Prince, llontague, Capulet, their li ires, &:c. But I'll amerce you with so strong a line,
Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? That you shall all repent the loss of mine:
Ben. O, noble prince, I can discover all 201 will be deaf to pleading and excuses; The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses, There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, Therefore use none : let Romeo hence in haste, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. La. Cap. 'Tybalt, my cousin !0 my bro- Bear hence this body, and attend our will: ther's child !
25 Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. Oprince !-O husband !--0, the blood is spill’d
An Apartment in Capulet's House.
Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Romeo that spoke him fair, bid him bethink Towards Phæbus' mansion ; such a waggoner How nice' the quarrel was, and urg'd withal As Phaeton would whip you to the west, Your high displeasure: all thismutter'd 35 and bring in cloudy night immediately: With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! bow'd,
That run-away's eyes may wink*; and Romeo Could not take truce with the unruly spleen Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts Lovers can see to do their amorous rites With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast; 40 By their own beauties : or, if love be blind, Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, It best agrees with night.--Come, civil' night, And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, Cold death aside, and with the other sends Ind learn me how to lose a winning match, It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity
Play'd for a pair of stainless maiden-hoods ; Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,
45 Hood my unmann'd blood baiting in my cheeks, Hold, friends! friends, part! and, swifter than With thý black mantle; 'till strange love grown
his tongue, His agile arm beats down their fatal points, Thinks true love acted, simple modesty. [night! And 'twist them rushes; underneath whose arm Come, night !--Come, Romeo! come, thou day in An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life 50 For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt tied: Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.But by-and-by comes back to Romeo,
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
night, And to't they go like lightning; for, ere I Give me my Romeo : and when he shall die, Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain ; 55 lake him and cut him out in little stars, And, as he feil, did Romeo turn and ily: And he will make the face of heaven so fine,
'I am always running in the way of evil fortune, like the fool in the play. ?i. e.
e. as thou art just and upright. how slight, how unimportant, how petty.. * Juliet would have night's darkness obscure the great eye of the day, the sun ; whom considering in a poetical light as Phæbus, drawn in his car with siery-footed steeds, and posting through the heavens, she very properly calls him, with regard to the swiftness of his course, the run-away. 5 Civil is grave, decently solenn. 6 These are terms of falconry. An unmanned hawk is one that is not brought to endure company.--Buting is fluttering with the wings as striving to fly away, 3R 4