Rom. I will follow yon. Mer. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, lady. [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. SCENE V. Capulet's Garden. Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the nurse; Nurse. An 'a speak any thing against me, I'll take him down an '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 In half an hour she promis'd to return. his flirt-gills; I am none of his skains-mates:- Perchance, she cannot meet him: that's not so.And thou must stand by too, and suffer every O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts, knave to use me at his pleasure? Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, Pet. I saw no man use you at his pleasure; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you; 1 dare draw as soon as 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, 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 not mark me. 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 Nurse. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there. Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey- Within this hour my man shall be with thee; Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse? steel. Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady,-lord, lord!-when 'twas a little prating thing,-O, there's a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard: but she, good soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see him. 1 anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the properer man: but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the varsal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? Rom. Ay, nurse; What of that? both with an R. Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. R is for the dog. No; I know it begins with some Driving back shadows over louring hills: Enter Nurse and Peter. O God, she comes !-O honey nurse, what news? Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; had! Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse, speak. Nurse. Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile? Do you not see, that I am out of breath? hast breath To say to me-that thou art out of breath? 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 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 war rant him, as gentle as a lamb.-Go thy ways. wench; serve God.-What, have you dined at home ? Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before; What says he of our marriage? what of that? Nurse. Lord, how my head akes! what a head have I? It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. back! Beshrew your heart, for sending me about, Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentle man, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, Jul. Where is my mother ?-why, she is within; Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to- Jul. I have. Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' cell, There stays a husband to make you a wife: They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. well. ACT III. SCENE I. A public Place. Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants. 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. 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 7 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 fare-such an eye, would spy out such a quarrel? [Exeunt. 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 fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not shoes with old riband? and yet thou wilt tutor before Easter? with another, for tying his new me from quarrelling! SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter Friar Laurence and Romeo. Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, That after-hours with sorrow chide as not! Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, Ben. An 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, and Others. Ben. By my head, here comes the Capulets. Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them. Therefore, love moderately long love doth so; Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Enter Juliet. Here comes the lady :-O, so light a foot Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. Jul.. As much to him, else are his thanks too Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Mer. And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something; make it a word and a blow. Tyb. You will find me apt enough to that, sir, if you will give me occasion. Mer. Could you not take some occasion without giving? Tyb. Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo,Mer. Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords; here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you dance 'Zounds, consort! Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men: Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in I will not budge for no man's pleasure, 1. words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: They are but beggars that can count their worth But my true love is grown to such excess, For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love | That late thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage Rom. I do protest, I never injured thee; Mer. O caini, dishonourable, vile submission! A la stoccata carries it away. Draws. Tybalt, you rat catcher, will you walk ? Tyb. What would'st 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, drybeat 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. Is but a little way above our heads, Shalt with him bence. This shall determine that. [They fight: Tybalt falls. Ben. Romeo, away, be gone! If thou art taken:-hence !-be gone?-away! 1 Cit. Why dost thou stay? [Exit Romeo. Enter Citizens, &c. 1 Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? Ben. There lies that Tybalt Up, sir, go with me; [Drawing.I charge thee in the prince's name, obey. Enter Prince, attended; Montague, Capulet, their Wives, and Others. Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. Beat down their weapons:-Gentlemen, for shame Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray ? Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all Forbear this outrage;-Tybalt-MercutioThe prince expressly hath forbid this bandying The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: In Verona streets :-hold, Tybalt ;-good Mer-There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, [Exeunt Tybalt and his Partisans. That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin!-O my brother's child! cutio. What, art thou hurt Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page 7-go, villain, fetch a sur[Exit Page. Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be geon. much. Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spill'd Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill Your high displeasure:-All this uttered serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly find me a grave man. I am peppered, I war-Could not take truce with the unruly spleen bow'd,raut, for this world:-A plague o' both your houses!-Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, of Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast; a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic! Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, -Why, the devil, came you between us? I was And with a martial scorn, with one hand beats Cold death aside, and with the other sends It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, Hold, friends! friends, part! and swifter than his tongue, hurt under your arm. Rom. I thought all for the best. Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio, Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead; This but begins the wo, others must end. Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain! His agile arm beats down their fatal points, And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly; 1 La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague. I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give; Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; His fault concludes but, what the law should end, I have an interest in your hates' proceeding, But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine, SCENE II. A Room in Capulet's House. Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Think true love acted, simple modesty. Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes, God save the mark !-here on his manly breast: To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty! Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary? Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day! it did. Come, night!-Come, Romeo! come, thou day In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh ? in night! For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Enter Nurse, with Cords. Was ever book, containing such vile matter, Nurse. There's no trust, These griefs, these woes, these sorrows, make Shame come to Romeo! Jul. And she brings news: and every tongue, that Jul. speaks Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband ? poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence-Ah, Nurse. Ah well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, We are undone, lady, we are undone; But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? That villain cousin would have kill'd my hus- Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Alack the day!-he's gone, he's kill'd, he's My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; dead! Jul. Can heaven be so envious? This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband: All this is comfort: Wherefore weep I then? That murder'd me; I would forget it fain; Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds; Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? corse : Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. Jul. Wash they his wounds with tears? mine shall be spent, When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. Take up those cords:-Poor ropes, you are beguil'd, Both you and I; for Romeo is exil'd: He made you for a highway to my bed; Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding bed; And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! And bid him come to take his last farewell. [Exeunt. Fri. Is my dear son with such sour company: 1 bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. Rom. What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom? Flies may do this, when I from this must fly: No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word; Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, To comfort thee, though thou art banished. Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel: Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Mistlike, infold me from the search of eyes. [Knocking. Fri. Hark, how they knock !-Who's there?Romeo, arise; Thou wilt be taken!-Stay awhile: stand up; [Knocking. Run to my study:-By and by :-God's will! What wilfulness is this 7-1 come, I come. [Knocking. Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, Who knocks so hard? whence come you! what's Not body's death, but body's banishment. your will? Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say-Nurse. [Within.] Let me come in, and you shall death: For exile hath more terror in his look, Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law, here, Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog, know my errand; I come from Lady Juliet. Fri. Welcome then. Enter Nurse. Nurse. O holy friar, O tell me, holy friar, Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo? Fri. There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Nurse. O, he is even in my mistress' case, Just in her case! Fri. O woful sympathy! Piteous predicament! Nurse. Even so lies she, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubber. ing: Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man: For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand; Why should you fall into so deep an O? Rom. Nurse! Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir ;-Well, death's the end of all. Rom. Speak'st thou of Juliet ? how is it with her? Doth she not think me an old murderer, weeps; |