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Nurse. What's this? wbat's this?
Bat, soft! wbat light through yonder wisdom
Arise, fair son, and kill the envioas moon,
[Exeunt. That thou her maid art far more fair than she : Enter Chorus.
Be not her maid, since she is envioas; Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it; cast it offAnd young affection gapes to be bis heir; That fair, which love groan'd for, and would die, It is my lady; 0, it is my love: With tender Jaliet match'd, is now not fair.
0, tbat she knew she were ! Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again,
She speaks, yet sbe says nothing; What of ikat! Alike bewitched by the charm of looks;
Her eye discourses, I will answer it.But to his foe suppos'd be must complain,
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: And she steal love's sweet bait' from fearful Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, hooks:
Having some business, do entreat her eyes Being held a soe, he may not have access
To twinkle in their spberes till they retors. To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
What if her eyes were there, they in her head? And she as much in love, her means much less The brightness of ber cheek would shame these To meet her new-beloved any where :
stars, Bnt passion lends them power, time means to meet,
As daylight doth a lamp; ber ege in bearen Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. [Exit. That birds would sing, and think it were not nga
Would through the airy region stream so bricki, ACT II.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
0, that I were a glove upon that band, Scene I.-An open Place, adjoining Capulet's
That I migbt touch that cheek!
She speaks Rom. Can I go forward, when my heart is here ? O, speak again, bright angel! for thou ari Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
(He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it.) | As is a widged messenger of heaven Enter Benvol10 and MERCUTIO.
Unto the white-upturned wond’ring eyes
Of mortals, that fall back to gaze op him, Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo !
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing cloads, Mer.
He is wise; And sails upon the bosom of the air. And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed.
Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thoak? Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: Call, good Mercutio.
(wall : Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too.
And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Romeo! honours ! madman! passion! lover! Ron. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh, Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied ;
Jul. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy;Cry but-Ab me! couple but-love and dove;
Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.
What's Montague ? it is por band, nor foot,
Belonging to a man. 0, be some other name!
What's in a name? that, which we call a rese, He beareth not, stirreth not, he moveth not; By any other name would smell as sweet; The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.--
So Romeo woald, were he not Romeo eall'd, I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
Retain that dear perfection which he ores, By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip,
Without that title:-Romeo, doff thy name; By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, And for that name, wbich is no part of thee, And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
Take all myself. That in thy likeness thou appear to us.
I take thee at thy word:
Call me bnt love, and I'll be new baptiz'd;
Jul. Wbat man art tbon, that, thus bescreen Of some strange nature, letting it there stand,
in night, Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down;
So stamblest op my counsel ? That were some spite: my invocation
By a dame
I know not how to tell thee who I am :
Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those Because it is an enemy to thee;
Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred word Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. or that tongue's utterance, yet I know the seasi, Now will be sit under a medlar tree,
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague ? And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit,
Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone. Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me! al Romeo, good night;-I'll to my truckle-bed ;
wherefore? This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:
The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; Come, shall we go? Ben Go, then; for 'tis in vain
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here. To seek bim here, that means not to be found.
Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-persti
these walls :
For stony limits cannot hold love out:
And what love can do, that dares love attempt; Rom, He jests nt scars, that never felt a wound. Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
(Juliet appears above, at a window.) Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee
Rom. Alack! there lies moro peril in thine eye,
Re-enter JULIET, above.
[sight; Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay,
Nurse. (Within.) Madam!
[quire; Jul. I come, anon :- But if thou mean'st not
Nurse. (Within.) Madam!
By and by, I come :-
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
So thrive my soul,
[books; What I have spoke; bat farewell compliment! Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their Dost love me?' I know, thou wilt say-Ay; But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st,
Re-enter JULIET, above.
Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-0, for a falconer's
So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world. Bondage is boarse, and may not speak aload;
Else would I tear the cave where echo lies,
At what o'clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee?
At the hour of nine.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
Rum. Let me stand here, till thou remember it.
Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Rememb’ring how I love thy company.
Do not swear at all; Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee
And yet no further than a wanton's bird ;
If my heart's dear love | Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again, It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden;
So loving-jealous of his liberty. Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Rom. I would, I were thy bird. Ere one can say~It lightens. Sweet, good night! Jul.
Sweet, so would I This bad of love, by summer's ripening breath, Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. May prove a beauteous flower, when next we meet. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
sorrow, Come to thy heart, as that within my breast ! That I shall say-good night, till it be morrow. Rom. 0, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ?
[Exit. Jul. What satisfactiou canst thon bave to-night? Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow
breast! for mine.
[it: 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Jul. I gave thee mine before thou did'st request Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell; And yet I would it were to give again.
His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit.
SCENE III.--Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter Friar LAURENCE, with a basket. And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
night, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; The more I have, for both are infinite.
And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
(Nurse calls within.) From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's wheels : I hear some noise within: Dear love, adieu! Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, Adon, good nurse !--Sweet Montague, be true. The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, Stay but a little, I will come again. [Exit. I must up-fill this osier cage of ours,
Řom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. Being in pight, all this is but a dream,
The earth, that's nature's mother, her tomb; Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
What is her burying grave, that is ber womb :
And from her womb children of divers kind
Not in a grare. We sucking on her natural bosom find;
To lay one in, another out to bare. Many for many virtues excellent,
Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she, whom I kort None but for some, and yet all different.
Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; 0, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies
The other did not so. In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities : Fri.
0, she knew well, For nought so vile, that on the earth doth live, Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell. But to the earth some special good doth give; Bat come, young waverer, come go with me, Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, In one respect I'll thy assistant be ; Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
For this alliance may so happy prove, Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
To turn your households' rancour to pore love. And vice sometime's by action dignified.
O, let us hence; I stand on sudden beste, Within the infant rind of this small flower
Fri. Wisely and slow; They stumble, tbs mm Poison hath residence, and med'cine power:
(Esen. For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each
Scene IV.-A Street. part;
Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO. Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be Two such opposed foes encamp them still
Came he not home to-night? In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will ;
Ben. Not to his father's; I spoke with bis ». And, where the worser is predominant,
Mer. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted reach, Full soon the canker death eats ap that plant.
that Rosaline, Enter RoMEO.
Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. Rom. Good morrow, father!
Ben. Tybalt, the kidsman of old Capulet, Fii.
Hath sent a letter to his father's house. What early tongue so sweet salateth me?
Mor. A challenge, on my life. Young son, it argues a distemper'd head,
Ben. Romeo will answer it. So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed :
Mer. Any man, that can write, may ansvar Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, Ben. Nay, he will answer the letier's maste: And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
how he dares, being dared. But where unbruised youth with unstuffd brain Doth couch his limbs, ibere golden sleep doth reign: stabbed with a white wench's black eye;
Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already deal! Therefore thy earliness doth me assare,
through the ear with a love-song, the very pissi Thou art up-rous'd by some distemp'ratare; his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's batt-sha, Or if not so, then here I hit it righi
And is he a man to encounter Tybalt? Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
Ben. Why, what is Tybalt? Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was Mer. More than prince of cats, I can tell a
mine. Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, dit
0, he is the courageous captain of complines Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father ? no;
tance, and proportion; rests me his minim rei I have forgot that naine, and that name's woe.
one, two, and the third in your bosom: tbe ser Fri. That's my good son: But where bast thou batcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist, s
been then? Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.
gentleman of the very first house,-of the first se!
second cause: Ah, the immortal passado! I have been feasting with mine eneiny; Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me,
punto reverso! the hay!
Ben. The what? That's by me wounded; both our remedies
Mer. The pox of such antic, lisping, affects Within thy help, and holy physic lies : I bear po hatred, blessed man; for lo,
fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! A My intercession likewise steads my foe.
Jesu, a very good blade!-a very tall manki
[drift; good whore? Why, is not this a lamentable this: Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted we Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love pardonnez-moy's, who stand so mach on the s
these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, the On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: [is set form, that they cannot sit at ease on the old
besc As mine on her's, so berg is set on mine; And all combin'd, gave what thou must combine
0, their bons, their bons ! By holy marriage: When, and where, and how,
Enter ROMEO. We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring: That thou consent to marry 18 this day.
O, flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified !-Now is Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is here! for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Lagra, Is Rosaline, whom thon didst love so dear, his lady, was but a kitchen-wench ;-marry, ste So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies bad a better love to be-rhyme her: Dido, a dose Not truly in their bearts, but in their eyes. Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen and Hero, hildings ui Jesu Maria! What a deal of brine
harlots; Thisbé, a grey eye or so, but not to the Hatlı wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! purpose.—Signior Romeo, bon jour! there's a. How much salt water thrown away in waste,
French salutation to your French slop. You gare To season love, that of it doth not taste!
us the counterfeit fairly last night. The son not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, Rom. Good-morrow to you both. What com Tly old groans ring yet in my ancient ears ; terfeit did I give you ?
[ceiteit Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain dotti sit
Mer. The slip, sir, the slip; Can you not ces of an old tear, that is not wash'd off yet:
Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, great; and, in such a case as mine, a man buat Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline; strain courtesy. And art thou chang'd ? pronounce this sentence Mer. That's as much as to say-soch a case : then
yours constrains a man to bow in the hams. Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. Rom. Meaning—to court'sy.
Rom. Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline. Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it.
Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy
Rom. Pink for flower.
Is very good meat in kent : Mer. Right.
But a hare that is hoar, Rom. Why, then is my pamp well powered.
Is too much for a score, Mer. Well said: Follow me this jest now, till
When it hoars ere it be spent. theu bast worn out thy pump; that, when the Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to single sole of it is wom, the jesi may remain, after dinner thither. the wearing, solely singular.
Rom. I will follow yoq. Rom. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the Mer. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, singleness !
lady, lady. Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my
[Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio. Rom. Switch and spors, switch and spurs; or Nurse. Marry, farewell!- I pray you, sir, what I'll cry a match.
saucy merchant was this, that was so full of his Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, ropery? J have done ; for thou hast more of the wild-goose Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in my himself talk ; and will speak more in a minute, whole five : 'Was I with you there for the goose ? than he will stand to in a month.
Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing, Nurse. An 'a speak any thing against me, I'll when thou wast not there for the goose.
take him down an 'a were lastier than he is, and Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. twenty such Jaoks; and, if I cannot, I'll find those Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not.
that shall. Scurry knave! I am none of his flirtMer. Thý wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a gills; I am none of his skaing-mates :- And thoa most sharp sauoe.
(goose ? must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use Rom. And is it not well served in to a sweet me at bis pleasure?
Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel, that stretches Pet. I saw no man ase you at his pleasure; if I from an inch narrow to an ell broad!
bad, my weapon shonld quickly have been out, I Rom. I stretch it out for that word-broad : warrant you: I dare draw as soon as another man, which added to the goose, proves thee far and if I see ocoasion in a good quarrel, and the law on wide a broad goose.
Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that for love ? now art thou sociable, now art thou Ro- every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave!-meo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my by nature: for this drivelling love is like a great young lady bade inquire you ont; what she bade natural, than runs lolling up and down to hide bis me say, I will keep to myself: bat first let me tell banble in a hole.
ye, if ye should lead her into a fool's paradise, as Ben. Stop there, stop there. (the hair. ibey say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against as they say for the gentlewoman is young; and, Ben. Thou would'st else bave
made ihy tale large. therefore, if you should deal double with her, Mer. 0, thou art deceived, I would have made traly, it were an ill thing to be offered to any genit short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tlewoman, and very weak dealing. tale: and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument Rom. Narse, commend me to thy lady and mis. no longer.
tress. I protest upto thee, Rom. Here's goodly geer!
Nurse. Good heart! and, i'faith, I will tell her
as much: Lord, lord, she will be a joyful woman. Enter Nurse and Peter.
Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail!
not mark me. Ben. Two, two; a sbirt, and a smock.
Nurse. I will tell her, sir—that you do protest; Nurse. Peter!
which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. Peter. Apon ?
Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to Nurse. My fan, Peter.
[shrift Mer. Pr'ythee, do, good Peter, to hide her face; And there sho shall, at friar Laurence' cell for her fan's the fairer of the two.
Be shriv'd, and married. Here is for thy pains. Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
Nurse. No, truly, sir; not a penny.
Rom. Go to; I say, you shall.
Nurse. This afternoon, sir ? well, she shall be
(wall: of the dial is now upon the prick of noon.
Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbeyNurse. Out opon you! what a man are you?
Within this hour my man shall be with thee; Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair: himself to mar.
Which to the high top-gallant of my joy Nurse. By my troth, it is well said ;-For him- Must be my convoy in the secret night. self to mar, quoth'a ?-Gentlemen, oan any of you Farewell !-- Be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains. tell me where I may find the young Romeo? Farewell !--Commend me to thy mistress.
Rom. I can tell you ; but young Romeo will be Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee!-Hark 1 older when you have found bim, than he was when p you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse? for 'fault of a worse.
Nurse. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear Nurse. You say well.
sayMer. Yea, is the worst well? very well took, Two may keep counsel, patting one away? Hi’faith; wisely, wisely.
Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel. Nurse. If you be bé, sir, I desire some confidence Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest with you.
lady-Lord, lord when 'twas a little prating Ben. She will indite him to some supper. thing,-0,--there's a nobleman in town, one Paris, Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho!
that would fain lay knife aboard ; but she, good Rom. What hast thou found ?
soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see Mer. No hare, sir ; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be Paris is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you,
when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the An old hare hoar,
varsal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo be. And an old hare hoar,
gin both with a letter?
Rom. Ay, purse ; What of that? both with an R. And, I warrant, a virtuoas:- Where is your Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. R.
ther? is for the dog. No; I know it begins with some Ju. Where is my mother?-why, she is sithir other letter: and she hath the prettiest sententious Where should she be? How oddly thoa replica of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you Your love says like an honest gentleman,good to bear it.
Where is your mother? Rom. Commend me to thy lady. [Exit. Nurse.
0, God's lady dear! Nurse. Ay, a thousand times.-Peter!
Are you so hot? Marry, come op, I brow; Pet. Anon?
Is this the pooltice for my aching bones! Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before. Henceforward do your messages yourself.
[Exeunt. Jul. Here's such a coil; -Come, wbat se SCENE V.-Capulet's Garden.
Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shritt
Jul. I have. Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the
Nurse. Tben bie you hence to friar Laire nurse; In balf an hour'she promis'd to return.
There stays a husband to make you a wife: Perchance, she cannot meet him :-that's not so.
Now comes the wanton blood op in your cheeks, 0, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts, They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. Which ten times faster glide than the san's beams, To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
Hie you to church ; I must another way,
Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dari : And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; Now is the son upon the bighmost hill
But you shall bear tbe barden soon at nigbt. or this day's journey; and from nine till twelve
Go, I'll to dinner ; hie you to the cell. Is three long hours.-yet she is not come.
Jul. Hie to high fortune !-bonest nurse, ir
well. Had she affections, and warm youthful blood, She'd be as swift in motion as a ball ;
SCENE VI.-Friar Laurence's Cell. My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
Enter Friar LAURENCE and Romeo, And his to me:
Fri. So smile the heavens upon this boly act, Bat old folks, many feign as they were dead;
That after-hours with sorrow obide as pot! Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow 03. Enter Nurse and Peter.
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, O God, she comes!-0 honey norse, what news? That one short minute gives me in her sight: Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. (Exit Peter. Then love-devouring death do what he dare, Jul. Now, good 'sweet nurse,-oʻlord! why It is enough I may bat call her mine. look'st thou sad?
Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, Tbough news be sad, yet tell them merrily; And in their triumph die ; like fire and powder. If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet news Which, as they kiss, consume : The sweetest be By playing it to me with so sour a face.
Is loathsome in bis own deliciousness, Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave a while; And in the taste confounds the appetite: Fy, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had! Therefore, love moderately; long love doth sa; Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Here comes the lady ;-0, so light a foot
A lover may bestride the gossamers, Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast That idle in the wanton summer air, breath
And yet not fall; so light is vanity. To say to me-that thou art out of breath?
Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. The excuse, that thou dost make in this delay,
Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for
both. Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that; Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Let me be satisfied, Is't good or bad?
Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be inora Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his face be better than any man's,
Unfold the imagin'd happiness, that both yet his leg excels all men's ; and for a hand, and a
Receive in either by this dear encounter. foot, and a body,—though they be not to be talked
Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words! ou, yet they are past compare: He is not the flower Brags of his substance, not of ornament: of courtesy,- but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a
They are but beggars that can count their wort: lamb.-Go thy ways, wench ; serve God:-What, But my true love is grown to such excess, have you dined at home?
cannot sum up balf my sum of wealth. Jul. No, po: But all this did I know before:
Fri. Come, come with me, and we will ma What says he of our marriage? wbat of that?
short work; Nurse. Lord, how my head aches! what a head For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, have I!
Till holy church incorporate two in one. (Espan It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
SCENE I.-A public Place.
Jul. I'faith, I am sorry that thou art not well: Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire; Sweet, sweet, sweei nurse, tell me, what says my The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, love?
And, if we meet, we sball not 'scape a brawl; Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman, | For now, these hot days, is the mid blood stirria And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, the