Re-enter Juliet again, above. Jul. Hift! Romeo, hift!-O, for a faulconer's voice, I To lure this taffel-gentle back again! Rom. It is my foul, that calls upon my name : om. My fweet> ful. At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I fend to thee? Rom. By the hour of nine. Jul. I will not fail; 'tis twenty years 'till then. Rom. Let me ftand here 'till thou remember it. Jul. Tis almoft morning, I would have thee gone: Rom. I would, I were thy bird. Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherishing. That I fhall fay-good night, 'till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy "Would I were fleep and peace, fo fweet to reft! SCENE III. [Exit. A MONASTERY. 10, mickle is the powerful grace 3, that lies Rom. Good morrow, father! What early tongue fo fweet faluteth me?- Rom. That laft is true, the fweeter reft was mine. Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou afk it me again. Fri. Be plain, good fon, and homely in thy drift; Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; | On the fair daughter of rich Capulet : And flecked 2 darkness like a drunkard reels None but for fome, and yet all different. As mine on hers, fo hers is fet on mine; Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is here! 1 The taffel or tiercel (for fo it fhould be fpelt) is the male of the gofshauk; fo called, because it is a tierce or third lefs than the female. dappled, freak'd, or variegated. This is equally true of all birds of prey. 2 Fucked is fpotted, 3 i. e. efficacious virtue. How much falt water thrown away in waste, then- Fri. Not in a grave, To lay one in, another out to have. Mer. More than prince of cats, I can tell yra. O, he is the courageous captain of compliments : he fights as you fing prick-fong, keeps time, wiitance, and proportion; he rests his minim, ce, two, and the third in your bofom: the very butcher of a filk button, a duellift, a duellift; a gentiem of the very firit houfe;-of the first and fecue. caufe 2-Ah, the immortal paffado! the punto reverfo! the hay 3 ! Ben. The what? Mer. The pox of fuch antick, lifping, affecting fantafticoes; thefe new tuners of accent By-a very good blade !—a very tail man' a very good whore !——— -Why, is not this a b mentable thing, grandfire, that we fhould be this afflicted with thefe ftrange flies, thefe fath.co Rom. I pray thee, chide not: fhe, whom I love mongers, thefe Pardonnez-moy's, who ftand is much on the new form, that they cannot fit at eale on the old bench? O, their bon's, their ban`14. Enter Romeo. Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romea Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring:O flesh, flesh, how art thou fifhified!-Now ste for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen-wench;-mary, the had a better love to be-rhyme her: Dido, a d Cleopatra, a gipsey; Helen and Hero, hidings in harlots; Thifbé, a grey eye or fo, but not to the purpose.—Signior Romeo, bon jour ! there's a French falutation to your French flop 5. You give us the counterfeit fairly last night. Rom. Good morrow to you both. What cous Mer. Where the devil fhould this Romeo be?-terfeit did I give you? Came he not home to-night? Ben. Not to his father's; Lípoke with his man. Torments him fo, that he will fure run mad. Ben. Romeo will answer it. Mer. Any man, that can write, may anfwer a letter. Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he dares, being dar'd. Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! ftabb'd with a white wench's black eye, fhot thorough the ear with a love-fong; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's but-fhaft: And is he a man to encounter Tybalt? Ben. Why, what is Tybalt? Mer. The flip, fir, the flip; Can you not conceive? Row. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business wa great; and, in fuch a cafe as mine, a man may ftrain courtesy. Mer. That's as much as to fay-fuch a czie z yours Mer. Thou haft moft kindly hit it. Rom. A most courteous expofition. Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. Mer. Right. Rom. Why, then is my pump well flower'd". Mer. Well faid: follow me this jeft now, t thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the fingle fole of it is worn, the jest may remain, iter the wearing, folely fingular. Rom. O fingle-fol'd jett, folely fingular for the fingleness! Tybert, the name given to the Cat, in the ftory-book of Reynard the Fox. 2 That is, a gentleman f the first rank, of the first eminence among thefe duellifts; and one who understands the whole science of quarrelling, and will tell you of the first cause, and the second cause, for which a man is to fig 3 The hay is the word hai, you have it, used when a thrust reaches the antagonist. 4 i. c. How diculous they make them felves in crying out good, and being in ecftafies with every trifle. 55are large loofe breeches or trowfers worn at prefent only by failors. 6 To understand this pr upon the words counterfeit and flip, it fhould be obferved, that in our author's time there was a coun terfeit piece of money diftinguished by the name of a a fip 7 Dr. Johnfon fays, Here is a vein if wit too thin to be cofily found. The fundamental idea is, that Romeo wore pinked pumps, that A punched with holes in figures. Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wit faints. Rom. Switch and fpurs, fwitch and fpurs; or I'll cry a match. Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goofe chafe, I am done; for thou haft more of the wild-goofe in one of thy wits, than, I am fure, I have in my whole five: Was I with you there for the goofe? Rom. Thou waft never with me for any thing, when thou waft not there for the goofe. Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter fweeting; it is a most sharp fauce. Rom. And is it not well ferv'd in to afweet goofe? Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel 2, that ftretches from an inch narrow to an el broad! Rom. I ftretch it out for that word-broad; which added to the goofe, proves thee far and wide a broad goofe. Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? now thou art fociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: for this driveling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole 3. Ben. Stop there, stop there. Mer. Yea, is the worst well! very well took, 'faith; wifely, wifely. Nurfe. If you be he, fir, I defire some confi dence with you. Ben. She will indite him to fome fupper. Mer. No hare, fir; unless a hare, fir, in a lenten pye, that is fomething ftale and hoar ere it be spent. An old bare boar 7, Romeo, will you come to your father's! we'll to Mer. Thou defireft me to stop in my tale against dinner thither. the hair 4. Ben. Thou would'ft elfe have made thy tale large. Mer. O, thou art deceiv'd, I would have made it fhort: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer. Rom. Here's goodly geer! Enter Navfe, and Peter. Mer. A fail, a fail, a fail! Ben. Two, two; a fhirt, and a smock. Peter. Anon? Nurf. My fan 5, Peter. Rom. I will follow you. Mer. Farewel, ancient lady; farewel, lady, lady, lady 8. [Exeunt Mercutio, and Benvolio.. Nurfe. I pray you, fir, what faucy merchant 9 was this, that was fo full of his ropery 10 Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himfelf talk; and will speak more in a minute, than he will stand to in a month. Nurfe. An 'a speak any thing against me, I'll take him down an 'a were luftier than he is, and twenty fuch Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that fhall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flint Mer. Do, good Peter, to hide her face; for her gills; I am none of his skains-mates11 :-And fan's the fairer of the two. Nurfe. God ye good morrow, gentlemen. Mer. 'Tis no lefs, I tell you; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon. Nurfe. Out upon you! what a man are you? thou muft ftand by too, and fuffer every knave to ufe me at his pleasure? Pet. 1 faw no man ufe you at his pleasure; if I had, my weapon fhould quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare draw as foon as another man, if I fee occafion in a good quarrel, and the law on my fide. 1 A bitter fweeting is an apple of that name. 2 Cheverel is foft leather for gloves; from chevreau, a kid, Fr. 3 It has been already obferved, in a note on All's Well, &c. that a bauble was one of the accoutrements of a licenfed fool or jefter. 4 An expreffion equivalent to one which we now ufe against the grain." 5 The bufinefs of Peter carrying the Nurfe's fan feems ridiculous ac cording to modern manners; but fuch was formerly the practice. 6. e. God give you a good even. 7 Hoar, or hoary, is often used for mouldy, as things grow white from moulding. The burthen of an old fong. 9 Mr. Steevens obferves, that the term merchant, which was, and even now is, frequently applied to the loweft fort of dealers, feems anciently to have been used on thefe familiar occafions in contradiftinction to gentleman; fignifying that the perfon fhewed by his behaviour he was a low fellow. The term chap, i. e. chapman, a word of the fame import with merchant in its lefs refpectable fenfe, is ftill in common ufe among the vulgar, as a general denomination for any perfon of whom they mean to fpeak with freedom or dificfpect. 10. e. roguery. 11 A fkein or fkain was either a knife or a fhort dagger. By fkains-mates the nurfe means, none of his loofe companions who frequent the fencing-fchool with him, where we may fuppofe the exercife of this weapon was taught. Nurfe. Now, afore God, I am fo vext, that every part about me quivers. Scurvy kuave!— Pray you, fir, a word: and, as I told you, my young lady bade me enquire you out; what the bade me fay, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye fhould lead her into a fool's paradife, as they fay, it were a very grofs kind of behaviour, as they fay: 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 miftrefs. I proteft unto thee, Nurfe. Good heart! and, i' faith, I will tell her as much: Lord, lord, the will be a joyful woman. Pet. Anon? Nurfe. Peter, take my fan, and go before. SCENE V. Capuiet's Garden. [Excart Jul. The clock ftruck nine, when I did fend In half an hour the promis'd to return. Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurfe? thou Now is the fun upon the highmost hill Nu fe. I will tell her, fir,—that you do proteft; which, as I take it, is a gentleman-like offer. Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve Rom. Bid her devite fome means to come to She'd be as fwift in motion as a ball; fhrift This afternoon; And there the fhall at friar Laurence' cell Be thriv'd, and marry'd. Here is for thy pains. Nurfe. This afternoon, fir? well, fhe fhall be there, [wall: Rom. And ftay, good nurfe, behind the abby- Rom. What fay'ft thou, my dear nurse ? Two may keep counfel, putting one away? My words would bandy her to my sweet love, But old folks, many feign as they were dead: O God, fhe comes !-O honey nurse, what news? look'it thou fad ? Though news be fad, yet tell them merrily; Nurf. I am aweary, give me leave a while;- fpeak. Nurfe. What hafte? can you not stay a while? Do you not fee, that I am out of breath? Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou haft breath Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as fteel. Nurfe. Well, fir; my miftrefs is the fweeteft lady-Lord, lord !-when 'twas a little prating To fay to me that thou art out of breath? thing,-0,-there's a nobleman in town, one The excufe, that thou dost make in this delay, Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but she, Is longer than the tale thou doft excuse. good foul, had as lieve fee a toad, a very toad, as Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that; fee him. I anger her fometimes, and tell her that Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance: Paris is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, Let me be fatisfied; Is't good or bad? when I fay fo, the looks as pale as any clout in the varfal world. Doth not rofemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? Nurfe. Well, you have made a fimple choice you know not how to chufe a man: Romeo ! so, not he; though his face be better than any manb. Rom. Ay, nurfe; What of that? both with an R. yet his leg excels all men's; and for a land, anda Nurfe. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. foot, and a body,—though they be not to be talk'd R is for the dog. No; I know it begins with on, yet they are paft compare: He is not the fome other letter: and the hath the prettieft fen-flower of countety, but, I'll warrant him, as gentis tentious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would as a lamb.-Go thy ways, wench; ferve God:-do you good to hear it. What, have you din'd at home? Rom. Commend me to thy lady. [Exit. I Like ftairs of rope in the tackle of a ship. mait of a ship. Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before; What fays he of our marriage what of that? The top-gallant is the higheft extremity of t Nurfe. Lord, how my head akes! what a head | That after-hours with forrow chide us not! have I ? It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. Rom, Amen, amen! but come what forrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy My back o' the other fide,-O, my back, my That one fhort minute gives me in her fight: back! Befhrew your heart, for fending me about, To catch my death with jaunting up and down! Nufe. Your love fays like an honeft gentleman, mother? Nurfe. O, God's lady dear! Are you fo hot? Marry, come up, I trow; Narfe. Have you got leave to go to fhrift to-day? [Exeunt. Friar Laurence's Cell. Do thou but clofe our hands with holy words, Friar. Thefe violent delights have violent ends, Is loathfome in his own deliciousness, Here comes the lady :-0, fo light a foot Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, For, by your leaves, you fhall not stay alone, [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I, Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants. Ben. I Ben. Am I like fuch a fellow? Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and as foon mov'd to be moody, and as foon moody to be mov❜d. Ben. And what too? PRAY thee, good Mercutio, let's retire; The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, Mer. Nay, an there were two fuch, we should And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl; have none fhortly, for one would kill the other. For now, thefe hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Thou! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that Mer. Thou art like one of thofe fellows, that, hath a hair more or a hair lefs, in his beard, than when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for his fword upon the table, and fays, God fend me no cracking nuts, having no other reafon but beneed of thee! and, by the operation of the fecond caufe thou haft hazel eyes; what eye, but fuch cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, there an eye, would fpy out fuch a quarrel? Thy is no need. head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat |