I trow; Are you so hot? Marry, come up, Jul. Here's such a coil;-Come, what says Romeo? Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' cell, Now comes the wanton blood up in But you shall bear the burden soon at night. Go, I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell. Jul. Hie to high fortune!-honest nurse, farewell. SCENE VI FRIAR LAURENCE'S CELL. Enter Friar Laurence, and Romeo. Friar. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, That after-hours with sorrow chide us not! Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy [Exeunt. That one short minute gives me in her sight: Friar. These violent delights have violent ends, And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so; Enter Juliet. Here comes the lady:—O, so light a foot Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. Friar, Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in 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, I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth. Friar. Come, come with me, and we will make short work; For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Till holy church incorporate two in one. [Exeunt. zi ACT III SCENE I A STREET. Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants. Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire; And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl; 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? 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 but such an eye, 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 quarrell'd with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath waken'd thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Didst thou 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 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 come the Capulets. Mer. By my heel, I care not. Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them. Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you. Mer. And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something; make it a word and a blow. Tyb. You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, if will give me occasion. you Mer. Could you not take some occasion without giving? Tyb. Mercutio, thou consort'st 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! |