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And bring thee cords, made 5 like a tackled ftair,
Nurfe. Now, God in heav'n bless thee! hark you,
Rom. What fayeft thou, my dear nurse?
Rom. I warrant thee, my man's as true as fteel.
6 Rom. Ay, nurse, what of that? both with an R. Nurfe. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. Ris for thee? No; I know, it begins with another letter;
5-like a tackled fair,] Like ftairs of rope in the tackle of a fhip. 6 Rom. A, nurse, what of that? both with an R.
Nurfe. Ay, m cker, that's the dog's name. R is for the no, I know it begins with no other letter;] I believe, I have rectified this odd ftuff; but it is a little mortifying, that the fenfe, when found fhould not be worth the 'pains of retrieving it.
-lp ffis ir digna Theatris
The Nurfe is reprefented as
prating filly creature; fhe fays,
and she hath the prettieft fententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it. Rom. Commend me to thy lady [Exit Romea. Nurfe. Ay, a thousand times. Peter,
Nurfe. Take my fan, and go before.
Changes to Capulet's Houfe.
HE clock ftruck nine, when I did fend the nurse :
In half an hour fhe promis'd to return.
Perchance, fhe cannot meet him--That's not fo-
name, R. in the fchools, being called the Dog's Fetter. Ben Jobnfon in his English grammar fays, R, is the Log's letter, and birreth in the fund.
folio. A mocker, that's the dog's name. R is for the no, I know it begins with fome other letter. In this copy the error is but fmall. I read, Ab, mocker, that's Irritata canis quod R. R. quam the dog's name. R is for the plurima dicat. Luci. nonce, I know it begins with anWARBURTON. other letter. For the nonce, is This paffage is thus in the old for feme defign, for a fly trick.
She'd be as fwift in motion as a ball;
But old folks, marry, feign as they were dead,
Enter Nurfe, with Peter.
O good, fhe comes. O honey Nurse, what news?
Nay, come, I pray thee, speak-Good, good nurse, fpeak.
Nurse. What haste? Can you not stay a while? Do you not fee, that I am out of breath?
ful. How art thou out of breath, when thou haft breath
To fay to me, that thou art out of breath?
Nurse. Well, you have made a fimple choice; you know not how to chufe a man: Romeo, no, not he though his face be better than any man's, yet his legs excel all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body, tho' they be not to be talk'd on, yet they are past
past compare. He is not the flower of courtesy, but I warrant him, as gentle as a lamb Go thy ways, wench, ferve God-What, have you dined at home?
Jul. No, no. But all this did I know before: What fays he of our marriage? What of that? Nurfe. Lord, how my head akes! what a head have I?
It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
Nurfe. Are you fo hot? marry, come up,
Jul. Here's fuch a coil. Come, what says Romeo?
Nurfe. Have you got leave to go to fhrift to-day?_ Jul. I have.
Nurfe. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' cell, There stays a husband to make you a wife. Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, They'll be in fcarlet ftraight at any news. Hie you to church, I must another way, To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Muft climb a bird's-neft foon, when it is dark. I am the drudge and toil in your delight, But you fhall bear the burden foon at night.
Go, I'll to dinner, hie you to the cell.
S CE NE
Changes to the Monastery.
Enter Friar Lawrence, and Romeo.
O fmile the heavens upon this holy Act,
honest nurse, fare[Exeunt.
7 Ton Swift arrives] He that travels too faft is as long before he comes to the end of his jour
Fri. Thefe violent delights have violent ends,
Here comes the lady. O, fo light a foot
ney, as he that travels flow. Precipitation produces mishap.