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And she as much in love, her mean« mudi leas

To meet her new-beloved anywhere :
But passioD lends Uiem power, time means to
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SCENE L— ifji open Place a^ohdng Capnlet's
Oarden,

Enter Roumo,

Bom, Qui I ffo forward, when my heart b here?
Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
^ [He dimbe the tooQ, <tnd leapt down within iL

Enter Bevtouo and Mkbcutio.

Ben. Romeo! my ooosin Romeo !

Mer. He b wise;

And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed.

Ben, He ran thb way, and leapt thb orchard wall:
Call, good Mfrootio.

Mer, Nay, ni oon^'nre too.

Romeo I humours I madman I pSMionl lorerl
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh.
Bpeak bat one rliyme, and I am satbfied.
Cry but— Ah me I pronounce but love and dove;
Bpeak to my gossip Venus one fair word.
One nickname for her purblind son and heir,
Toong Abraham Copid, he that shot so trim,



When King Cophetoa Ioy*d the beggar-maid. —
He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;
The ape b dead, and I must conjure him. —
I conjure thee by RocuUine's bright eyes,
By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip,
hy her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh
And the demesnes that there adjacent lie.
That in thy likeness thou appear to us.

Ben, An if he hear thee, tnou wilt anger him.

Mer, Thb cannot anger him : Vvould anger him
To raise a spirit in his mistress* circle
Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down;
That were some spite : my mvocation
Is fair and honest, and, in hb mistress* name.
I conjure only but to raise up him.

Ben, Come, he hath hid himself among these
trees,
To be contorted with the humorous night :
Blind b hb love, and best befits the dark.

Mer, If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

Now will he sit uider a medbr trper ^ ^^ I ^

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810 ROMEO AND

And wish bis mistress were that Idnd of fruit,
As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone. —
Romeo, good night:— 111 to my truckle-bed;
This field-bed U too cold for me to sleep:
Come, shall we go ?

Ben. Go, then ; for *tis in vain

"^0 seek him here, that means not to be found :

[Exeunt,

SCENE Il.-Capulet's Garden,

Enter Romeo.

Bom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. —

[J UUET appears ahove^ at a wimhw.

But, soft! what light through yonder window

breaks I
It is the east, and Jnltet is the sunt —
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon.
Who is already sick and pa'e with ^rief.
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious ;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it; cast it oC—
It is my lady : O, it is my love :
O, that she knew she were I
She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of that?
Her eye discourses, I will answer it. —
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all tlie heaven,
Having some businesM, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till the^ return.
What if her eyes were there, they m her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those

stars.
As daylight doth a lamp ; her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright.
That birds would sing and tliink it were not night
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand I
O, that I were a glove upon that hand.
That I might touch that cheek I

JuL Ah me 1

Ranu She speaks : —

0, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o*er my head,
As IS a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals, that fall bao < to gaze on him,
When he bestrides the lazy-jpacing clouds,
And sails upon the bosom ot the air.

JuL Komeo, Romeo I wherefore art thoa
Romeo?
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love.
And ni no longer be a Capulet.

Bonu Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this ?

[Aside.

JvL 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy ;—
Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.
What*s Montague? it is nor hand nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name ? that which we call a rose.
By any other name would smell as sweet ;
So Romeo would, were he not Komeo call'd.
Retain that dear perfection which he owes,
Without that title:— Romeo, doff thy name;
And for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

Bern. I take thee at thy word :

Call me but love, and FlI be new baptiz'd;
Henceforth I never will be iiomeo.

JvL What man art thou, that thus bascreen^d
in night.
So Btomblest on my couDset?



JULIET.

Bom. By a name

I know not how to tell thee who I am ;
My name, dear 8aint, is hateful to myselCi
Because it is an enemy to thee ;
Had 1 it written I would tear the word.

Jid. My ears have yet not drunk a htmdred
words
Of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound*
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?

Bom. Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.

Jtd. How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and
wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb;
And the place death, considering who thou art.
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.

Bom, With love's light wings did I o'er-perob
these walls;
For stony limits cannot hold love out:
And what love can do, that dares love. attempt
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.

Jtd. If they do see thee, they will murder thee.

Bam. Alacic ! there lies more peril in thine eye,
Tlian twenty of their swords ; look thou but sweety
And I am proof against tlieir enmity.

JvL I would not for the world they saw thee here

Bom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their
eyes;
And, but thou love me, let them find me here:
My life were better ended by their hate.
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.

JuL By whose direction found'st thou out this
place?

Bom. By love, that first did prompt me to
inquire;
He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot ; yet, wert thou as far
As that vast 8h«>re wash'd with the fiirthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.

JuL Thou know'st the mask of night is on my
face;
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek.
For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night.
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
What I have spoke. But farewell compliment I
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say — Ay ;
And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st,
Thou may'st prove false; at lovers' perjuries
They say Jove laughs. 0, gentle Komeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or if thou tliink'st I am too quickly won,
111 frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay.
So thou wilt woo ; but, else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;
And therefore thou may'st think my behaviour

light:
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, i must confess.
But tliat thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
My true love's passion : therefore pardon me;
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night harh so discovered.

Bom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tope, —

JuL O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant
moon.
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Bom. What shall I swear by ?

JuL Do not swear at aU;

Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
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Horn. If my hearth dear love—

JuL Well, do not swear: although Ijojinthee,
I hare no joy of this contract to-ni^lit :
It b too rash, too unadviH'df too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say — It lightens I Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, bj sammer's ripening breath,
May prt>ve a beaateous flower when next we meet
Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart, as that within my breast 1

£om. O, wilt thoQ leave me so ansatisfied ?

JuL What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?

Bon, The exchange of thj love's faithfol vow
for mine.

JuL 1 0ive thee mine before thou didst reqaest it,
And jet I would it were to give again.

Bom, Wouldst thoa withdraw it? for what
purpose, love?

JvL Bat to be frank, and give it thee again.
And jet I wish but for the thing I have:
My bounty is as boundless as the sea.
My love as deep ; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.

[Nurse calls intJdn.
I hear some noise within: Dear love, adieu I
Anon, good nurse! — Sweet Montague, be true.
Star but a little, I will come again. [J'jat.

Jiom, blessed blessed night! I am afeard.
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering sweet to be substantiaL
B&^tUer JuuBT, above,

JmL Three words, dear Romeo, and good night,
indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honourable.
Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
Bt one that Til procure to come to thee,
Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot 111 lay.
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.

Nurae, [ WWwu] Madam.

JuL I oome, anon: - But if thou meanest not well,
t do beseech thee—

Nunc [yyUktH.] Madam.

JuL By and by, I oome :—

9o oease thy strife and leave me to my grief:
To-morrow will I send.

Bom, So thrive my soul, —

JuL A thousand times good night I [Exit,

Bom, A thousand times the worse to want thy
light-
Love goes toward love, as ichoolboys from their

books;
Bat loTe from love, toward school with heavy
looks. [Retiring dowly,

Bo^nUr Juubt, oftooe.

•Till. Hist! Romeo,histt- 0, for a falconer's Toioet
To lure this tas.«el -gentle back a^inl
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
Else would I tear the cave where echo lies.
And make her aiir ton^u more hoarse than mine
With repetition oi mv liomeo.

Bom, It is my soul, that calb upon my name:
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest musio to attending ears!

JnL Romeo.

Bom. Uj-^

Num, [WUkin,] Madam.

JuL What o'dook to-morrow

Shall I send to thM?

Bom, By the hour of nine.

JuL I will not fkil : tis twenty vears till Hien.
t have forgot why I aid call thee Mok.



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Bom, Let me stand here till thou remember it,

JuL I shall forget, to have thee still stand there
RemembVing how I love thy company.

Bom. And Til still stay, to have thee still forget.
Forgetting any other home but this.

JuL Tis almost morning, I would havetheegone:
And yet no further than a wanton's bird ;
Who lets it hop a little from her hand.
Like a poor i)risoner in his twisted gy veSj
And with a silk thread plucks it back again.
So loving-jealous of his liberty.

Bom, I would I were thy bird.

JuL Sweet, so would I:

Tet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Qood night, good night! parting is such sweet

sorrow.
That I shall say good night, till it be morrow.

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Bom, Sleep dwelLupon thine eyes, peace fn thy
breast!—
* Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
Hence will I to my ghostly friar's close cell ;
His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [^dt.

SCENE III.— Friar Laurence's OdL
Enter Friar Laurence, with a basket,

Fri The grey-ey*d mom smiles on the Irowning
night.
Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;
And fleckwl darkness like a drunkard reels
From forth day's path, and Titan's fiery wheels :
Now ere the Kun advance his burning eye,
The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry,
I must up-fill this osier cage of ours.
With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers.
The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb ;
What is her burying grave, that is her womb:
And from her womb children of divers kind
We sucking on her natural bosom find:
Many for many virtues excellent.
None but for some, and yet all different.
0, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies
In herbs, plants, atones, and their true qualitiea:
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live.
But to the earth some special good doth give ;
Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use,
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
And vice sometime 's by action dignified.
Within the infant rind of tliis weak flower
Poison hath residence, and med'cine power:
For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each

part;
Bemg tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
Two such opposed kings encamp them still
In man as well as herbs,— grace and rude will ;
And, where the worser is predominant.
Full soon the canker death eats up that plant
Enter Romeo.

Bom, (}ood morrow, father !

IhrL Benedidtel

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?—
Young son, it argues a distempered head.
So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed :
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye.
And where care lodges, sleep will never he ;
But where unbruised youth with unstuff*d brain
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth rsign;
Therefore thy earliness doth me assure.
Thou art up rous'd by some distempYature,
Or if not so, then here I hit it right—

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Bom, That last b true, the sweeter rest was mine.

Fri, God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?

Bom, With Uosaline, my ghostly father? no;
I have forgot that name, and that name^ woo.

Fri, That's my good son: But where hast thoa
been then ?

Bom, 111 tell thee, ere thoa ask it me again.
I have been feasting with mine enemy ;
Where, on a sudden, one huth wounded mOi
Tliat's by me wounded ; both our remedies
Within thv help and holy physic lies ;
I bear no hatred, blessed man ; for, lo.
My intercession likewise steads my foe.

FrL Be plain, good son. and homely in thy drift ;
Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.

Bom, Then plainly know, my hearths dear love
is set
On the foir daughter of rich Capulet ;
As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
And all combined, save what thoa must combine
By holy marrlige : When, and where, and how,
We met, we woo*d, and made exchange of vow,
III tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
That thou consent to marry as to-dav.

FrL Holy Saint Francis ! what a change is here!
Is Rosaline, that thou didi»t love so dear,
So soon forsaken ? young men*s love then lies
Not truly in their hearts, but in tlieir eyes.
Jew Maria I what a deal of brine
U-ith washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
How much salt water thrown away in waste.
To season love, that of it doth not taste I
The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
rhy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;
Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet :
If e*er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine,
Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline.
And art tliou chang*d? pronounce this sentence

then-
Women may fall, when thereis no strength in men.

Bom, Thou chidd'iit nie olt cor loving Rosaline.

FrL For doting, not fur loving, pupil mine.

Bom, And bad'st me bury love.

FrL Not in a grave

To lay one in, another out to have.

Bom, I pray thee, chide not: she, whom I love
now.
Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow;
The other did not so.

FrL O, she knew well.

Thy love did read by rote, and could not spelL
But come, young waverer, come go with me.
In one respect Til thy assistant be ;
For thb alliance may so happy prove,
To turn your households' rancour to pure love.

Rom, O, let us hence ; I stand on sudden haste.

Fn, Wisely and slow; They stumble that ran
&st. [Exeunt,

SCENE IV^^ StreeL
Efder Bentouo and Mercutio.

Mer, Where the devil should this Borneo be? —
Came he not home to-night?

Ben, Not to his father s ; I spoke with his man.

Mer, Why, that same pale hard-hearted weuoh,
that Rosaline,
Torments him so, tliat he will sure run mad.

Ben, Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capalet,
Hath sent a letter to his father's house.

Mar, A challenge, on my life.

Ben, Romou wiU answer it.



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Mer, Any man, that can write, may answer a
letter.

Ben, Nay, he will answer the letter's master,
how he dares, being dared.

Mer, Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead I
stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot
thorough the ear with a love-song; the very pin
of his heart cleft with the blind bo «%- -boy's butt*
shaft; And is he a man to encounter Tybalt?

Ben, Why, what is Tybalt?

Mer, More than prince ofcats, I can tell yoa. 0,
he is the courageous captain of compliments. He
fights as you sing priek-son^, kee^is time, distance,
and pro|K>rtion ; rcbts me his minim rest, one, two.
and the third in your b>*som: the very butcher of
a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman
of the very first house,— of the first and bcoond
cause : An, the immortal passado 1 the puncto
reverse I the hay I

Ben, The what?

Mer, The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting
fantasticoes; these new toners of accents I— By
Jesu, a very good blade !~a very tall manl- a very
good whore! — Why, is not this a lamentable thing,
graiidsire, that we should be thus affitcted with
these strange flies, these fashionmongers, these
pardonrmes^ who stand so much on the new furm,
that they c nnot sit at ease on the old bench ? O,
their bont, their ^ors/

JSnter Rombo.

Ben, Here comes Romeo, here oomes Romeo.

Mer, Without his roe, like a dried herring: — O,
flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified I Now ts he for
the numbers that Petrarch flowed in : Laura, to his
hidy, was but a kitchen wench ^ - marry, she had a
better love to berhyme her : Dido, a dowdy; Cleo-

Ktra, a ji|»y; Helen and Hero, hildings and
riots ; Thisbe, a grey eye or so, but not to the
purpose.— Signior Romeo, bon jour I there^ a
French salutation to your French slop. Yoa
gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.

Bom, Good morrow to yoa both. What oeon-
terfeit did I give you ?

Mer. The slip, sir, the slip; can yoa not coneeive?

Bon, Pardon, good Mercntio, my business was
great ; and, in such a case as mine, a man may
strain courtesy.

Mer, That's as maoh as to say— such a case as
yours oonstrains a man to bow in the hams.

Bom, Meaning ~ to courtVy.

Mer, Thou hast most kindly hit it

Bom, A most courteous exposition.

Mer, Nay, I am the very pmk of ooortesy.

Bom, Pink for flower.

Mer, Right.

Bom, Why, then is my pomp well flowered.

Mer, Sure wit. Follow me this jest now, till
thou hast worn out thy pump; tliat, when the
single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain, after
the wearing, solely singular.

Bom, Osingle-soledje8t,soleIy8ingalar for the
singleness I

Mer, Come between Of, good Benrolio; my witi

un.

Bom, Switch and spars, switch and spars ; or
111 cry a match.

Mer, Nay, if our wits ran the wild-goose chase,
I have done; for thoa hast more of the wild-goose
in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in mr
whole five: Was I with you there for the goose 7

Bom, Thou wast never with me for anythingv
when thoa wast not there for the^ooM. i

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Mer. I will bite t}ie6 by tbe oar for that jest

Rem* Nay, ^ood goose, bite not.

Mer, Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a
most sharp saace.

Bom, Andisitnotwellservedintoasweetgoose?

Mn. O, here's a wit of cheverel, that stretches
firom an inch narrow to an ell broad I

i2om. I stretch it oat for that word — broad;
which added to the goose, proTcs thee far and wide
a broad goose.

Uer. Why, is not this better now than groaning
for love? now art thoa sociable, now art thou
Romeo ; now art thoa what thoa art, by art as
well as by natore : for this driTelling love is like
a great natural, that runs lolling np and down to
hide his baable in a hole.

Bem, Stop there, stop there.

Met, Thoa desirest me to stop in my tale against
the hair.

Bm. Thoa woaldst else have made thy tale large.

Met, 0, thoa art deceived, I would have made it
short: for I was come to the whole depth of my
tale: and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument
no longer.

Ron, Here's goodly geerl

Bikier Norse <md Pins.

Met, A sail, a sail, a sail 1

Btn. Two, two; a shirt and a smock.

Nwru, Teterl

Ptter, Anun?

Jiwm, My fan, Peter.

Jfer. Good Peter, to hide her fkce; for her
fim's the fairer &ce.

Nurm, God ye good morrow, gentlemen.

Met, God j% g(^ den, fair gentlewoman.

Nune, Is It good den?

Uer, Tis no less, I tell you ; for the bawdy
hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon.

^wrse. Out upon you I what a man are you ?

Bom, One, gentlewoman, that God hath made
himnetf to mar.

Nwte, By my troth, it is wpII said ;— For him-
self to nutf, Quoth 'a? -Gentlemen, can any of
yoa tell roe wnere I may find the young Romeo?

Bom, 1 can tell you ; but young Romeo will be
older when yoa nave foand him, than he was
when yoa sought him: I am the youngest of that
name, for *fault of a worse.

Nune, Yon sav well.

Mer, Yea, u the worst well ? rery well took,
i* faith; wiselyi wisely.

Hwrte, If yoa be he, sir, I desire some confi-
dence with you.

Ben, She will indite him to some sapper.

Mer, A bawd, a bawd, a bawdl So hoi

Bom, What hast thou found?

Mer, No hare, sir ; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten
pie, that is something sule and hoar ere it be spent.

▲n old hare boar.
And »n old tuife hoar.
Is r*^ go d int^i In lent :
Bat a hare that li hoar,
Is too tnoeh (or a score,
When it boan ere It be epeot^
Borneo, will yoa come to year father^? well to
dmner thither.
Bom, I will follow you.
Mer, Farewell, ancient lady; fhrewell, lady,
ladr, hidy. [Hiiseunt Mbrcutio and Benvouo.
Ifwrte, Many, farewell !— I pray yoo. sir, what
fancy merchant was this, that was so fiill of his
ropwy?
Bern, A gentleman, norie, that lores to hear



bimself talk; and will speak more m it mmate,
than he will stand to in a month.

Nurae, An ^a speak anything against me, IH
take him down an a* were lustier than he is, and
twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot; 111 find those
that shall. Scurvy knave 1 I am none of his
flirt-gills ; I am none of his skains-mates ^— And
thoa must stand by too, and suffer every knare to
nse me at his pleasure?

Bet, 1 saw no man ose yoa at his pleasure: if I
had, my weapon should quickly have beiin oat, I
warrant you : 1 dare draw as soon as another man,
if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on
my side.

Nur$e, Now, afore Gk>d, I am so rexed, that
every part about me ouivers. Scurvr-knave ! —
Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told yoa, my
▼oung huly bade me inquire you oat; what she
bade me sajr, 1 will keep to myself: bat first let
me tell ye, if ye shoold lead her into a fool^ para-
dise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of
behavioor, as they say : for the gentlewoman is
younff ; and, therefore, if you should deal double
with her. troly it were an ill thing to be offered to
any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.

Bom, Nurse, commend me to thy lady and
mistress. I protest unto thee,—

Nuree, Good heartl and, i* fiuth, I will tell her
as much: Lord, lord, she will be a joyful woman.

Bom, What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thoa dost
not mark me.

^urte. 1 will tell her, sir,— that ^oa do protest ;
whicii, as I take it, b a gentlemanlike offer.

Bom, Bid her derisesome means to come to shrift
This afternoon ;

And there she shall at Friar Laurence* cell
Be shriv*d and married. Here b for thy pains.

Ifuree, No, truly, sir; not a penny.

Bom, Go to; I say you shall.

^tine. ThU afternoon, sir? well, she shall be
there.

Bom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey
wall:
Within this hour mv man shall be with thee;
And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair*
Which to the high top^llant of my joy
Must be my convoy in the secret night.
Farewdll — Be trusty, and 111 quite thy pains.
Farewell I — Commend me to thy mistress.

^iiras. Now God in heaven bless thee I— Hark
you, sir.

Bom, what say*st thou, my dear nurse?

Nwm, Is your man secret? Did you ne*ei
hearsay
Two may keep counsel, putting one away ?

Bom, I warrant thee; my man's astrueas steeL

iftine. Well, sir ; my mistreds u the sweetest
lady — Lord, lordl— wlien 'twas a little prating
thing. — O. there's a nobleman in town, one Paris,
that would fain Uy knife aboard ; but she, good
soul, had as lieve see a toad, a rery toad, as see
him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that
Paris b the properer man : but 111 warrant yoa,
wlMsn I say so, she looks as pale as any olout in
the varsal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo
begin both with aletter?

Bom, Ay, nurse: What of that ? both with an R.



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