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Perchance, she cannot meet him ;-that's not so,
Enter NURSE and PETER. O God, she comes !-0 honey nurse, what news ?
Hast thou met with him ? Send thy man away. NURSE. Peter, stay at the gate.
[Exit PETER. Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,-0 Lord ! why look’st thou sad ?
Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
By playing it to me with so sour a face.
Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had ! JUL. I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news :
Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse, speak.
Do you not see that I am out of breath ?
To say to me--that thou art out of breath ?
Let me be satisfied, Is 't good or bad ?
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 talked 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?
* In (A), Juliet's soliloquy ends here.
Jul, No, no: But all this did I know before ;
What says he of our marriage ? what of that?
It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
To catch my death with jaunting up and down!
Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love ? NURSE. Your love says like an honest gentleman,
And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,
And, I warrant, a virtuous :—Where is your mother? Jul. Where is my mother ?--why, she is within ;
Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest : “ Your love says like an honest gentleman,
Where is your mother?” NURSE.
0, God's lady dear! Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow; Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
Henceforward do your messages yourself.
There stays a husband to make you a wife:
Go, I 'll to dinner ; hie you to the cell.
SCENE VI.-Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO 4. Fri. So smile the Heavens upon this holy act
That after-hours with sorrow chide us not ! Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
This scene was entirely re-written, after the first copy.
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
It is enough I may but call her mine.
And in their triumph die ; like fire and powder,
And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more
Receive in either by this dear encounter.
Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone,
BEN. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire;
MER. Thou art like one of those fellows, that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says, “God send me no need of thee!” and, by the operation of the second cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there is no need.
BEN. Am I like such a fellow 2
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 ?
MER. Nay, an 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 ! BEN. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the feesimple of my life for an hour and a quarter. MER. The fee-simple? O simple!
Enter TYBALT and others.
BEN. By my head, here come the Capulets.
TyB. Well, peace be with you, sir! here comes my man.
* (A), hate.