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And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
And, touching hers, make happy iny rude hand.
gue: With this night's revels; and expire the term Fetch me my rapier, boy :-What! dares the Of a despised life, clos'd in my breast,
slave By some vile for feit of untimely death :
Come hisher, cover'd with an antick face, But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity : Direct iny sail!-On, lusty gentlemen.
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, Ben. Strike, drum.
(Ereunt. To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.
1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? wherefore SCENE V. A Hall in Capulet's House,
storm you so ? Musicians waiting. Enter Servants. Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; 1 Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to A villain, that is hither come in spite, take away ? he shift a trencher! he scrape a
To scorn at our solemnity this night. trencher!
1 Cap. Young Romeo is't? 2 Serv. When good manners shall lie all in one
"Tis he, that villain Romeo. or two men's hands, and they unwashed too, He bears him like a portly gentleman :
1 Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, 'tis a foul thing
1 Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove the and to say truth, Verona brags of him, court cupboard, look to the plate :-good thou, I would not for the wealth of all this town,
To be a virtuous and well govern'd youth: save me a piece of marchpane : and, as thou Here in my house, do him disparagement : lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone, Therefore be patient, take no note of him, and Nell. --- Antony! and Potpan! 2 Serv. Ay, boy; ready.
It is my will; the which if thou respect, I Serv. You are looked for, and called for, Show a fair presence, and put off these frowns, asked for, and sought for, in the great chamber.' An ill beseeming semblance for a feast. 2 Scro. We cannot be 'here and there too. - 1.Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest; Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer I'll not endure him. liver take all.
[ They retire behind.
He shall be endur'd;
What goodman boy ? I say, he shall ;-Go to Enter Capulet, &c. with the Guests and the Am I the master here, or you? go to. Maskers.
You'll not endure him!-God shall mend my Cap. Gentlemen, welcome ! ladies, that have soultheir toes
You'll make a mutiny among my guests! Unplagu'd with corns, will have a bout with you. You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! Ah ha, mny inistresses! which of you all
Tyb. Why uncle, 'lis a shame. Will now deny to dance ? she that makes dainty, 1 Cap.
Go to, go to. she,
You are a sancy boy :-Is't so, indeed ? I'll swear, hath corns; Am I come near you. This trick may chance to scatn you :-I know now?
what. You are welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the You must contrary me! marry, 'tis timeday,
Well said, my hearts :-Your are a princox; That I have worn a visor; and could tell A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
Be quiet, or-More light,more light, for shame!-Such as would please ;—'tis gone, 'uis gone, 'tis I'll make you quiet ; What !-Cheerly,my hearts. gone:
Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler You are welcome, gentlemen 1- Come, musi meeting cians, play.
Makes my flesh tremble 'in their different greetA hall ! a hall! give room, and foot it, girls.
ing. | Music plays, and they dance. I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, More lights, ye knaves; and turn the talles up, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.' (Erit. And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. - Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
(TO Juliet. Nay, sit, nay, sil, good cousin Capulet;
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is thisFor yon and I are past our dancing days; My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand How long is't now, since last yourself and I To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Where in a mask?
Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand 2 Cap. By'r lady, thirty years.
too much, 1 Cap. What, man! 'tis not so much, 'lis not Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; so much!
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do 'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio,
touch, Come pentecost as quickly as it will,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Some 'five and twenty years; and then we Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers mask'd.
too ? 2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sir : Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in His son is thirty.
prayer. i Cap.
Will you tell me that? Rom. Oihen, dear saint, let lips do what hands His son was but a ward two years ago.
do ; Rom. What lady's that which doth enrich the They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. hand
Jul. Saints do not move, though grani for of yonder knight?
prayers' sake. Sero. I know not, sir.
Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn I take. bright 1
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin
is purg d. It seeins she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear:
Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Rom. Sin from my lips ? O trespass sweetly
Enter Benvolio and Mercutio urg'd!
Ben. Romeo ! my cousia Romeo ! Give me iny sin again.
He is wix; Jur.
You kies by the book, Aud, on my life, hath stolen him home to tert. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard with you.
wall: Rom. What is her mother 3
Call, good Mercutio.
Nay, I'll conjure too. Her mother is the lady of the house,
Romeo ! humours ! radman! passion! lover! And a good lady, and a wise and virtuons :
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh, I nursd her daughter, that you talk'd withal; Speak but one rhyine, and I am satisfied; I tell you,-he, that can lay hold of her, Cry but-Ah me! pronounce but-love and dort Shall have the chinks.
Speak to my gossip Venus ove fair word, Rom.
Is she a Capulet? Une nicknaine for her purblind son and heir, O dear account ! my life is my foe's debt. Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
When king Cophetua lov'd the beggar-maidRoin. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; 1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be The ape is dead, and I must conjure him
I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, We have a irifing foolish banquet towards. By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip, Is it e'en so? Why, then I thank you all : By her fiue foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh I thank you, honest gentlemen; good nighi : And the demesues that there adjacent lie, More torche's here !--Come on, then let's to bed. That iu thy likeness thou appear to as Ah, sirrah, [To 2 Cap.) by my fay, it waxes Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt auger him.
Mer. This cannot anger hiin: 'twould anger bin I'll to my rest.
To raise a spirit in his muistress' circle [Ereunt all but Juliet and Nurse. Or some strange nature, letting it there stand Jul. Come hither, nurse: What is yon gentle- Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down; man?
That were some spite my in vocation Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio
Is fair and honest, and, in his inistress' name, Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? I conjure only but to raise up him. Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petru Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those chio.
trees, Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would to be consorted with the humorous night: not dance
Blind is his love, and best befits the dark. Nurse. I know not.
Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mars Jul. Go, ask his name: if he be married, Now will he sit under a medlar tree, My grave is like to be my weduling bed.
And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit Nurse. His pame is Romeo, and a Montague; As maids call medlars, when thy laugh alone The only son of your great enemy.
Romeo, good night ;-I'll to my truckle-bed: J. My only love sprung from my only hate! This field-bed is ioo cold for me to sleep : Too early seen unknown, and known too late ! Come, shall we go? Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
Go, then; for 'uis in rai That I must love a loathed enemy.
To seek him here, that means not to be found Nurse. What's this? what's this?
A rhyme I learn'd even now Of one I danc'd withal.
SCENE II. Capulet's Garden. [One calls within, Juliet.
Enter Romeo. Nurse.
Anon, anon Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt :
[Juliet appears above, at a Windos Enter Chorus.
But, soft! what light through yonder windor Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie,
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair, which love ground for, and would die, Arise, fair son, and kill the envions moon, With tender Juliet match'd is now not fair.
Who is already sick and pale with grief, Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she. Alike bewitched by the charm of looks;
Be not her maid, since she is eo vious; But to his foe suppos'd he must complain,
Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And she steal love's sweet bait from 'fearful And none but fools do wear it; cast it'offhooks;
It is my lady ; 0, it is my love : Bring held a foe, he inay not have access
0, that she knew she were ! To breath such vows as lovers nse to swear : She speaks, yet she says nothing ; What of that? And she as much in love, her means much less
Her eye discourses, I will answer it. To meet her new-beloved any where :
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: But passion lends them power, time means to Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, meet,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet.
To twinkle in their spheres till they return. [Erit
. What if her eyes were there, they in her head 1 The brightness of her cheek would shame thos
stars, ACT II.
As daylight doth a lamp ; her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region strearn so bright SCENE I. An open Place, adjoining Capulet's That birds would sing, and think it were Garden.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! Enter Romeo.
0, that I were a glove upon that hand, Rom Can I go forward, when my heart is here? That I might touch that cheek! Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
Ah me! (He climbs the wall, and leaps down Rom.
She speab within it.
10, speak again, bright angel! for thoa art
As glorious to this sight, being o'er my head, If thou dost love, prononnce it faithfully :-
Or if thou think'st I am loo quickly won, Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on hin,
; , . When he best rides the lazy.pacing clouds, In truth, fair Montagne, I am too fond; And sails upon the bosom of the air.
And therefore thou may'st think my behaviour Jul. O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou light: Romeo ?
But trust ine, gentleman, I'll prove more true Deny thy father, and refuse thy name:
Than thuse that have more cunning to be strange. Or, if thou wilt not, le bnt sworn my love, I should have been more strange, I must confess, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, Rom. Shall I hear inore, or shall I speak at this? My true love's passion: therefore parlon me;
[ Aside. And not impute this yielding to light love, Jul. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy;-- Which the dark night hath so discovered. Thou art thyself though, not a Montague. Rom. Lally, by yonder blessed moon I swear, What's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops, -Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Jul. 0, swear not by the moon, the inconstant Belonging to a man. O, bé some other name!
Do not swear at all;
And I'll helieve thee.
If my heart's dear love Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd; Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
I have no joy of this contract to-night: Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen's It is too rash, too inadvis'd, too sudden; in night,
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, So stumblest on my counsel ?
Ere one can say-It lightens. Sweet, good night! Rom.
By a name This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, I know not how to tell thee who I am:
May prove a beauteous flower when next we My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
meet. Because it is an enemy to thee;
Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Had I it written, I would tear the word. Come to thy heart, as that within my breast ! Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred Rom. (), wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied! words
Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have toOr that tongue's ntterance, yet I know the sound; night? Art thou not Romeo, and a Montagne ?
Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
for mine. Jul. How cam'st thou bither, tell me? and Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request wherefore ?
it : The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb); And yet I wonld it were to give again. And the place death, considering who thou art, Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it? for what If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
purpose, love? Ron. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again these walls;
And yet I wish but for the thing I have: For stony limite cannot hold love out; My bounty is as boundless as the sea, And what love can do, that dares love attempt; My love as deep, the more I give to thee, Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me. The more I have, for both are infinite. Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Nurse calls within. Rom. Alack! there lies inore peril in thine eye, I hear some noise within ; Dear love, adieu ! Than twenty of their swords ; look thou but Anon, good morse!--Sweet Montague, be true. sweet,
Stay, but a little, I will come again. [Erit. And I am proof against their enmity.
Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am a feard, Jul. I would not for the world they saw thee Being in night, all this is but a dream, here.
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
Re-enter Juliet, above. And, but thou love me, let them find me here : Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, My life were better ended by their hale,
indeed. Than death prorogned, wanting of thy love. If that thy bent of love be honourable, Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-mor place?
row, Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to By one that I'll procure to come to thee, inquire :
Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
rite ; I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
And all iny fortunes at thy foot I'll lay, As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea, And follow thee my lord throughout the world : I would adventure for such merchandise. Nurse (Within. Madam. Jul. Thou know'st, the mask of night is on my Jul. I come anon :-But if thou mean'st not face :
well, Else would a maiden blush hepaint my cheek, I do beseech thee, For that which thou hast heard me speak to Nurse. Within.] Madam. night.
By and by, I come Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny So cense thy suit, and leave me to my grief : What I bave spoke; But farewell compliment ! Tomorrow will I send. Dost thou love me? I kvow, thou wilt say-Ay; Rom.
So thrive my soul, And I will take thy word : yet, if thon swear'st, Jul. A thousand times good night! L
rit. Thou mayat prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy They say, Jove laughs. O, gentle Romeo,
Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their Two such opposed foes encamp them still books;
In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will; But love from love, toward school with heavy And, where the worser is predominant, looks.
[Retiring slowly. Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Re-enter Juliet, above.
Enter Romeo. Juh. Hist! Romeo, hist!-0, for a falconer's Rom. Good morrow, father! voice,
Benedicite! To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
Young son, it argues a distemper'd head,
keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed : With repetition of my Romeo's name.
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name; But where unbruised youth with unstutid brain How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep coch Like softest musick to attending ears!
reign : Jul. Romeo !
Therefore thy earliness doth me assure, Rom. My sweet!
Thou art uprous'd by some distemp'rature; Jul.
At what o'clock to-morrow Or if not so, then here I hit it right-
Our Romeo hath not been in bed lo-night.
Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was Jul. I will not fail ; 'tis twenty years till then.
mine. I have forgot why I'did call thee back. Roni. Let me stand here till thou remember it. Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father ? no;
Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, I have
forgot that name, and that name's wo. Rom. And i'll still
stay, to have thee still forget, Fri. That's my good son : But where hast thor Forgetting any other home but this.
Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee I have been feasting with mine enemy;
Where on a sudden, one hath wounded me, And yet no further than a wanton's bird ;
That's by me wounded; both our remedies Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Within thy help and holy pbysick lies : Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, I bear no hatred, blessed man; for, lo, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, My intercession likewise steads my foe. So loving.jealous of his liberty.
Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy Rom. I would, I were thy bird.
Sweet, so would l; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet
is set sorrow,
On the fair daughter of rich Capalet : That I shall say-good night, till it be morrow.
As mine on hers, so here is set on mine :
[Exit. And all combin'd, save what thou must combine Rom Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in By holy marriage : When, and where, and how, thy breast I
We met, we woo'd, and make exchange of yow, Would, I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! I'll tell thee as we pass ; but this I pray, Hence will 1 to my ghostly father's cell; That thon consent to marry us this day, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change i (Erit.
here! SCENE III. Friar Laurence's Cell. Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,
So soon forsaken? Young men's love then lies Enter Friar Laurence, with a Basket. Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Fri. The gray-ey'd morn smiles on the frown Jesu Maria! what a deal of brine ing night,
Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline ! Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of How much salt water thrown away in waste, light:
To season love, that of it doth not iaste ! And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's Thy old groans ring, yet in my ancient ears; wheels:
Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,
or an old fear that is not wash'd off yet : The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, If e'er thou wast thy self, and these woes thine, I must fill up this osier cage of ours,
Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline ; With baleful weeds, and precions-juiced flowers. And art thou chang'd ? pronounce this sentence The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb;
then What is her burying grave, that is her womb : Women may fall, when there's no strength in And from her womb children of divers kind
men We sucking on her natural bosom find;
Rom. Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline Many for many virtues excellent,
Fri. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. None but for some, and yet all different.
Rom. And bad'st me bury love. O, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies
Not in a grave, In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: To lay one in, another out to have. For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she whom I love But to the earth some special good doth give;
now, Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; use,
The other did not so. Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse : Fri.
0, she knew well, Virtue itselt turns vice, being misapplied ; Thy love did read by rote; and could not spell And vice sometime's by action dignified. But come, young waverer, come go with me, Within the infant rind of this small flowel In one respect l'll thy assistant be ; Poison hath residence, and med'cine power:
For this alliance may so happy prove, For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each To turn your household's rancour to pure love part;
Rom. O, let us hence; I stand on sudden Beins fasted, slays all senses with the heart.
Fra Wisely, and slow; they stumble, that run Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my fast.
(Eseunt. wits fail.
Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs : or
I'll cry a match.
Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase,
I have done ; for thou hast more of the wild Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be ?- goose in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have Came he not home to-night?
in my whole five : Was I with you there for the Ben. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. goose ? Mer. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing, that Rosaline,
when thou wast not there for the goose. Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not. Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a Mer. A challenge, on iny life.
most sharp sance. Ben, Romeo will answer it.
Rom. And is it not well served in to a sweet Mer. Any man, that can write may answer a goose ? letter.
Mer. O, here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, from an inch narrow to an ell broad! how he dares, being dared.
Rom. I stretch it out for that word-broad : Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! which added to the goose, proves thee far and stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot wide a broad goose. thorough the ear with a love-song; the very pin Mer. Why, is not this better now than groan. of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's britt, ing for love ? now art thou sociable, now art shaft: And is he a man to encounter Tybalt ? thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by Ben. Why, what is Tybalt?
art as well as by nature: for this drivelling love Mer. More than prince of cats, I can tell you. is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. down to hide his bauble in a hole. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, Ben. Stop there, stop there. distance, and proportion; rests me his minim Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against rest, one, two, and the thirrt in your bosom: the the hair. very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duel Ben. Thou would'st else have made thy tale list; a gentlemau of the very first house --of the large. first and second cause : Ah, the inmortal passa- Mer. O, thou art deceiv'd, I would have made do! the punto reverso ! the hay !
it short: for I was come to the whole depth of Ben. The what?
my tale: and meant, indeed, to occupy the arMer. The pox of such antick, lisping, affecting guiment no longer. fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents !- By Rom. Here's goodly geer! Jesu, a very good blade !-a very tall man!
Enter Nurse and Peter. a very good whore !-Why is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thus
Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail ! afflicted with these strange fies, these fashion
Ben. Two, two; a shirt, and a smock.
Nurse. Peter! mongers, these pardonnez-moys, who stand so much on the new form, that they cannot sit
Peter. Anon? at ease on the old bench? 0, their bons, their
Nurse. My fan, Peter. bons /
Mer. 'Pr'ythee, do, good Peter, to hide her
face; for her fan's the fairer of the two. Enter Romeo.
Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen. Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. Mer. God ye good den, fair gentlewoman. Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring ;- Nurse. Is it good den? O, flesh, filesh, how art thou fishified !--Now is Mer. "T'is no less, I tell you; for the bawdy he for the numbers that Petrarch fowed in: hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon. Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen wench ; Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you? marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her: Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made Dido, a dowdy ; Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen and himself to mar. Hero, hildings and harlots; Thisbe, a gray eye
Nurse. By my troth, it is well said ;-For him. or so, but not to the purpose.-Signior Romeo, self to mar, quoth'a ?-Gentlemen, can any of bon jour, there's a French salutation to your you tell me where I may find the young Romeo. French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly Rom. I can tell you, but young Romeo will last night.
be older when you have found him, than he was Rom. Good morrow to you both. What coun- when you sought him: I am the youngest of terteit did I give you?
that name, for 'fault of a worse. Mer. The slip, sir, the slip: Can you not con Nurse. You say well. ceive?
Mer. Yea, is the worst well ? very well took, i? Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business faith ; wisely, wisely. was great ; and, in such a case as mine, a man Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confimay strain courtesy.
dence with you.
Rom. What hast thon found ?
Mer. No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenRom. A most conrteous exp sition.
ten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. be spent, Rom. Pink for flower.
An old hare hoar,
And an old hare hoar,
Is very good meat in lent :
But a hare that is hoar, thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the
Is 100 much for a score, single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain, When it hoars ere it be spent.after the wearing, solely singular.
Rom. O single-soled jest, solely singular for Romeo, will you come to your father's ? we'll & the singlenese.