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And bring thee cords, made 5 like a tackled ftair,
Which to the high top-gallant of my joy
Must be my convoy in the fecret night.
Farewel, be trufty, and I'll quit thy pains.

Nurfe. Now, God in heav'n bless thee! hark you,


Rom. What fayeft thou, my dear nurse?
Nurfe. Is your man fecret? did you ne'er hear say,
Two may keep counsel, putting one away?

Rom. I warrant thee, my man's as true as fteel.
Nurfe. Well, Sir, my miftrefs is the fweeteft lady;
Lord, Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing-
O,—there is a noble man in town, one Paris, that
would fain lay knife aboard; but fhe, good foul,
had as lieve fee a toad, a very toad, as fee him. I
anger her fometimes, and tell her, that Paris is the
properer man; but I'll warrant you, when I fay fo,
the looks as pale as any clout in the varfal World.
Doth not Rosemary and Romeo begin both with a

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
Scr pia pudet recitare, & nugis
adder pondus.

The Nurfe is reprefented as



prating filly creature; fhe fays,
The will tell Ronco a good joke
about his mistress, and afks him,
whether Rafemary and Romeo do
not begin both with a letter: He
fays, yes, an R. She, who, we
muit fuppote, could not read,
thought he had mock'd her, and
fays, No, iure, I know better:
cur dog's name is R. yours be-
gins with another letter. This is
natural enough, and in character.
R put her in mind of that found
which is made by dog, when
they fnari: and therefore, I pre-
funie, the ys, that is the dog's




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,

Pet. Anon?

Nurfe. Take my fan, and go before.




Changes to Capulet's Houfe.

Enter Juliet.

HE clock ftruck nine, when I did fend the nurse :

Jul. T1

In half an hour fhe promis'd to return.

Perchance, fhe cannot meet him--That's not fo-
Oh, fhe is lame: love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times fafter glide than the fun-beams,
Driving back fhadows over lowring hills.
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
And therefore hath the wind-fwift Cupid wings.
Now is the Sun upon the highmost hill
Of this day's journey; and from nine 'till twelve
Is three long hours and yet she is not come.
Had fhe affections and warm youthful blood,

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.


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She'd be as fwift in motion as a ball;
My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me;

But old folks, marry, feign as they were dead,
Unwieldy, flow, heavy, and pale, as lead.

Enter Nurfe, with Peter.

[Exit Peter.

O good, fhe comes. O honey Nurse, what news?
Haft thou met with him? fend thy man away.
Nurse. Peter, ftay at the gate.
Jul. Now, good sweet Nurfe,
O Lord, why look'st thou fad ?
Tho' news be fad, yet tell them merrily:
If good, thou fham'ft the mufick of sweet news,
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 jaunt have I had?
Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy


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?
Th' Excufe, that thou doft make in this delay,
Is longer than the Tale thou doft excuse.
Is thy news good or bad? answer to that;
Say either, and I'll ftay the circumftance:
Let me be fatisfied. Is't good or bad?

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.
My back o' th' other fide-O my back, my back:
Befhrew your heart, for fending me about
To catch my death with jaunting up and down.
ful. I 'faith, I am forry that thou art fo ill.
Sweet, fweet, fweet nurfe, tell me, what fays my love?
Nurfe. Your love fays like an honeft gentleman,
And a courteous, and a kind, and a handfome,
And, I warrant, a virtuous-where is your mother?
Jul. Where is my mother?-why, fhe is within;
Where fhould fhe be? how odly thou reply'ft!
Your love fays like an honest gentleman :
Where is your mother ?·

Nurfe. Are you fo hot? marry, come up,
Is this the poultice for my aking bones?
Hence-forward do your meffages yourself.

Jul. Here's fuch a coil. Come, what says Romeo?

Nurfe. Have you got leave to go to fhrift to-day?_ Jul. I have.

I trow,

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.


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Go, I'll to dinner, hie you to the cell.
Jul. Hie to high fortune


Changes to the Monastery.

Enter Friar Lawrence, and Romeo.



O fmile the heavens upon this holy Act,
That after-hours with forrow chide us not!
Rom. Amen, amen! but come what forrow can,
It cannot countervail th' exchange of joy,
That one fhort minute gives me in her fight:
Do thou but clofe our hands with holy words,
Then love-devouring death do what he dare,
It is enough, I may but call her mine.


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,
And in their triumph die; like fire and powder,
Which, as they meet, confume. The fweeteft honey
Is loathfome in its own delicioufnefs,
And in the taste confounds the appetite;
Therefore love mod'rately, long love doth fo.
? Too swift arrives as tardy as too flow.

Enter Juliet.

Here comes the lady. O, fo light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlafting flint;
A lover may bestride the goffamer
That idles in the wanton fummer air,
And yet not fall, fo light is vanity.
Jul. Good even to my ghoftly Confeffor.

ney, as he that travels flow. Precipitation produces mishap.


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