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Were of an age.--Well, Susan is with God;
he: And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said -- Ay. La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy
3 Nay, I do bear a brain:] That is, I have a perfect remembrance or recollection.
4 it stinted,] i. e. it stopped, it forbore from weeping. VOL. IX.
Nurse. Yes, madam; yet I cannot choose but
laugh, To think it should leave crying, and say-Ay: And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone; A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly. Yea, quoth my husband, fall’st upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward, when thou com'st to age ; Wilt thou not, Jule? it stinted, and said Ay. Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say
1. Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to
La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme I came to talk of:
-Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your disposition to be married?
Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of.
Nurse. An honour! were not I thine only nurse, I'd say, thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Are made already mothers : by my count, I was your mother much upon these years That you are now a maid. "Thus then, in brief ;The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, As all the world—Why, he's a man of wax.'
La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower. Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. La. Cap. What say you ? can you love the gen
a man of wax.] Well made, as if he had been modelled
This night you shall behold him at our feast :
Nurse. No less? nay, bigger ; women grow by
your consent gives strength to make it fly.
Enter a Servant. Sero. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight. La. Cap. We follow thee.-Juliet, the county
stays. Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
the margin of his eyes.] The comments on ancient books were always printed in the margin.
7 The fish lives in the sea ; &c.] i. e. is not yet caught.
Enter Romeo, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or
sir Maskers, Torch-Bearers, and Others. Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our
excuse ? Or shall we on without apology?
Ben. The date is out of such prolixity :8 We'll have no Cupid hood-wink'd with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke After the prompter, for our entrance : But, let them measure us by what they will, We'll measure them a measure, and be gone. Rom. Give me a torch, I am not for this am
bling; Being but heavy, I will bear the light. Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you
dance. Rom. Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes, With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead, So stakes me to the ground, I cannot move.
Mer. You a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, And soar with them above a common bound.
Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft, To soar with his light feathers ; and so bound,
& The date is out of such prolixity:] Introductory speeches are out of date or fashion.
9 We'll measure them a measure,] i. e. a dance.
'Give me a torch,] A torch-bearer seems to have been a constant appendage on every troop of masks, and was not reckoned a degrading office.
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Too great oppression for a tender thing.
Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boist'rous, and it pricks like thorn. Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with
love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.Give me a case to pụt my visage in:
(Putting on a Mask. A visor for a visor !--what care I, What curious eye doth quote deformities ?? Here are the beetle-brows, shall blush for me.
Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no sooner in, But every man betake him to his legs.
Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels ;3 For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase, — I'll be a candle-holder, and look on,The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. Mer. Tut! dun's the mouse, the constable's own
word : If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Of this (save reverence) love, wherein thou stick'st Up to the ears.—Come, we burn day-light, ho. Rom. Nay, that's not so. Mer.
I mean, sir, in delay We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
- doth quote deformities?] To quote is to observe. 3 Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels ; ] It has been already observed, that it was anciently the custom to strew rooms with rushes, before carpets were in use. 4 I'll be a candle-holder, and look on,
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.] An allusion to an old proverbial saying, which advises to give over when the game is at the fairest.