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Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,-0 lord! why look’st
Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave awhile;-
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? Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast
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 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?
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.
My back o' t'other side,-0, my back, my back !
Jul. 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,
Jul. Where is my mother ?—why, she is within;
Nurse. 0, God's lady dear !
Jul. Here's such a coil ;--Come, what says Romeo?
Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' cell,
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; But you shall bear the burden soon at night. Go, l'll to dinner; hie you to the cell. Jul: Hie to high fortune!--honest nurse, farewell.
[Exeunt. SCENE VI.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell.
Enter Friar LAURENCE and Romeo.
Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
Fri. These violent delights have violent ends,
Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor.
Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
my sum of wealth. Fri. 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.
SCENE I.- A public place.
Enter Mercurio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants.
Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire;
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 live 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 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 bath been beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelled with a man for