Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made I'll cry a match. 74 for himself to mar. Mer. Yea, is the worst well? very well took, 84 i' faith; wisely, wisely. Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair. Ben. Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large. Mer. O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short; for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer. Enter Nurse and her man [Peter]. Rom. Here's goodly gear! Mer. A sail, a sail! Ben. Two, two; a shirt and a smock. Peter. Anon! Nurse. My fan, Peter. 106 110 Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you. 135 Ben. She will indite him to some supper. Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho! Rom. What hast thou found? Mer. No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you! 120 140 157 Exeunt Mercutio, [and] Benvolio. Nurse. Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery? Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. Nurse. And a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him down, and a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am none of his skainsmates. † She turns to Peter, her man. And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure? 164 Peter. I saw no man use you at his pleasure; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you; I dare draw as soon as 169 another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side. Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word; and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself; but first let me tell ye, if 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, if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee 181 Nurse. Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much; Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman. Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost Nurse. Before, and apace! not mark me. 188 Nurse. I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. Rom. Bid her devise Some means to come to shrift this afternoon; And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell [Exit Romeo.] 230 Exit Nurse and Peter. [SCENE V-Capulet's orchard.] Enter Juliet. Be shriv'd and married. Here is for thy Jul. The clock struck nine when I did send the pains. 30 Do you not see that I am out of breath? Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath To say to me, that thou art out of breath? The 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; 35 Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance; Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad? Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man. Romeo! no, not he; though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body, though they be not to be talk'd on, yet they are past compare; he is not the flower of courtesy, but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home? 46 Jul. No, no: but all this did I know before. What says he of our marriage? what of that? Nurse. Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I! That after hours with sorrow chide us not! Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight; 5 Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare; It is enough I may but call her mine. Fri. These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, 10 Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Ben. Am I like such a fellow? doth Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved. Ben. And what to? 15 Enter Juliet, † somewhat fast, and embraceth Romeo. 15 Mer. Nay, and there were two such, we should have none 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 hazel 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 quarrelled 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 before Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling! 33 Ben. And I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter. Mer. The fee-simple? O simple! Enter Tybalt, Petruchio, and others. Ben. By my head, here comes the Capulets. 39 Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw. Rom. I do protest, I never injur'd thee, 70 75 But love thee better than thou canst devise, Till thou shalt know the reason of my love; And so, good Capulet, which. name I tender As dearly as my own,-be satisfied. Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! Alla stoccata carries it away. [Draws.] Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? Tyb. What wouldst 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 shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. Tyb. I am for you. 85 [Drawing.] Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. ons. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! 90 Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets; Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio! Tybalt under Romeo's arm thrusts Mercutio, in and flies [with his men]. Mer. Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surRom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. geon. [Exit Page.] 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 peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o' both your houses! 'Zounds, 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. 110 Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio, 95 houses! Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. 135 |