Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance.
Let me be satisfied, is 't good or bad?

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 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?

Juliet. No, no; but all this did I know before.

What says he of our marriage? what of that?

Nurse. Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!

It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.

My back o' t' other side,-O, my back, my back!

Beshrew your heart for sending me about,

To catch my death with jaunting up and down!

Juliet. I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
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?
Juliet. 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.

O 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.

Juliet. Here's such a coil!-come, what says Romeo?
Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?
Juliet. I have.

Nurse. Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell; There stays a husband to make you a wife.

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Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
Hie you to church; I must another way,
To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark:
I am the drudge, and toil in your delight.
Go; I'll to dinner : hie you to the cell.

Juliet. Hie to high fortune!-Honest nurse, farewell.

SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's Cell.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO.

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[Exeunt.

Friar Laurence. So smile the heavens upon this holy act That after hours with sorrow chide us not!

Romeo. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,

It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
That one short minute gives me in her sight.
Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
Then love-devouring death do what he dare,

It is enough I may but call her mine.

Friar Laurence. These violent delights have violent ends,

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,

Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey

Is loathsome in his own deliciousness,

And in the taste confounds the appetite.

Therefore love moderately; long love doth so':
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Here comes the lady.

Enter JULIET.

O, so light a foot

Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint!

A lover may bestride the gossamer
That idles in the wanton summer air,
And yet not fall; so light is vanity.

Juliet. Good even to my ghostly confessor.

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Friar Laurence. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us

both.

Juliet. As much to him, else is his thanks too much.

Romeo. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy

Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more

To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter.

Juliet. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,

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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 Laurence. 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.

Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants. Benvolio. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire: The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,

And if we meet we shall not scape a brawl;

For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.

Mercutio. 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 him on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.

Benvolio. Am I like such a fellow?

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Mercutio. 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.

Benvolio. And what to?

Mercutio. 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!

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Benvolio. 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.

Mercutio. The fee-simple! O simple!

Benvolio. By my head, here come the Capulets.
Mercutio. By my heel, I care not.

Enter TYBALT and others.

Tybalt. Follow me close, for I will speak to them.-
Gentlemen, good den; a word with one of you.

Mercutio. And but one word with one of us? couple it

with something; make it a word and a blow.

Tybalt. You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you will give me occasion.

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Mercutio. Could you not take some occasion without giv

ing?