would fain lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the varsal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?

ROм. Ay, nurse; What of that? both with an R. NURSE. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. R(9) is for the dog.* No; I know it begins with some other letter: and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it.

ROM. Commend me to thy lady.
NURSE. Ay, a thousand times.-Peter!

PETER. Anon.

NURSE. Before, and apace.

SCENE V-Capulet's Garden.

Enter JULIET,

[Exit.

[Exeunt.

Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had! JUL. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy

news:

Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse, speak.

Do

NURSE. Jesu, what haste? can you not stay

awhile?

you not see that I am out of breath? JUL. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath

To say to me- -that thou art out of breath?
The excuse, that thou dost make in this delay,
Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;
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 talk'd on, yet they are past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy, but, I'll warrant him, as

the nurse:

In half an hour she promis'd to return.

Perchance, she cannot meet him :—that's not so.-—
O, she is lame! love's heralds + should be thoughts,"
Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
Driving back shadows over lowring hills:
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw Love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
Now is the sun upon the highmost hill

Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve
Is three long hours,-yet she is not come.
Had she affections, and warm youthful blood,
She'd be as swift in motion as a ball;

My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me:

But old folks, many feign as they were dead;
Unwieldly, slow, heavy and pale as lead.

Enter Nurse and PETER.

O God, she comes !-O honey nurse, what news?
Hast thou met with him? send thy man away.
NURSE. Peter, stay at the gate. [Exit PETER.
JUL. Now, good sweet nurse,-O lord! why
look'st thou sad?

Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet news
By playing it to me with so sour a face.

NURSE. I am aweary, give me leave awhile;

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 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!
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, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And, I warrant, a virtuous-where is your mother?

JUL. Where is my mother?-why, she is within ;

Where should she be? how oddly thou reply'st: 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. JUL. Here's such a coil;-come, what says Romeo?

NURSE. Have you got leave to go to shrift today?

(*) First folio, so well.

"And runne more swift, than hastie powder fierd,
Doth hurrie from the fearfull cannons mouth;
Oh now she comes. Tell me gentle nurse,
What sayes my loue?"

cell,

cheeks,

There stays a husband to make you a wife:
Now comes the wanton blood up in your
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;
But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
Go, I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell.
JUL. Hie to high fortune!-honest nurse,
[Exeunt.
farewell.

SCENE VI.-Friar Laurence's Cell.(10) Enter Friar LAURENCE and ROMEO. FRI. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, That after-hours with sorrow chide us not!

ROм. 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.

FRI. 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.

JUL. Good even to my ghostly confessor. FRI. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.

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

Roм. 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

(*) First folio, in.

a Conceit,-] Conceit here means imagination. So, in "The Rape of Lucrece,"

"which the conceited painter drew so proud."-MALONE. b I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.] So the second

Receive in either, by this dear encounter.

a

JUL. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, 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 sum of half my 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.

quarto, 1599; and so, also, the undated quarto, and the folio, 1623, except that they misspell the second "sum," "some." The meaning seems plain enough, "I cannot sum up the sum or total of half my wealth;" but the passage has been modernized into,

"I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth."

Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants.

BEN. 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.

MER. Thou art like one of these 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.

BEN. Am I like 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 too?

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

"And a And what too?] So the old copies, meaning, "And what else?" or, "What more?" The modern editions read, 185 what to?"

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!

BEN. 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.

MER. The fee-simple? O simple!

BEN. By my head, here come the Capulets.
MER. By my heel, I care not.

Enter TYBALT and others.

TYB. Follow me close, for I will speak to them.

Gentlemen, good den; a word with one of you. MER. And but one word with one of us? couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.

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

MER. Could you not take some occasion without giving?

TYB. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,

MER. Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you dance. "Zounds,* consort!

BEN. We talk here in the public haunt of men: Either withdraw into some private place, Or reason coldly of your grievances, Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. MER. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;

I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

TYB. Well, peace be with you, sir! here comes my man.

MER. But I'll be hang'd, sir, if he wear your livery:

Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; Your worship, in that sense, may call him—man.

(*) First folio, Come.

a Consort!] See "Two Gentlemen of Verona," Act III. Sc. 2, note (b), p. 26 of the present Vol.

b Or else depart;] Or else part. See "Love's Labour's Lost," Act. II. Sc. 1, note (a), p. 62 of the present Vol.

e I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.] The duplication of the pronoun is a construction of frequent use in the language of Shakespeare's time. So in the "Tempest," Act III. Sc. 3:

"You are three men of sin, whom destiny
(That hath to instrument this lower world
And what is in 't) the never surfeited sea
Hath caus'd to belch up you."

d The love I bear thee,-] This is the reading of all the ancient

Enter ROMEO.

TYB. Romeo, the loved I bear thee, can afford
No better term than this-Thou art a villain.
ROM. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love
thee,

Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
To such a greeting :-Villain am I none;
Therefore farewell; I see, thou know'st me not.
TYB. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
That thou hast done me; therefore turn, and draw.
ROM. I do protest, I never injured thee;
But love thee better than thou canst devise,
Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
And so, good Capulet,-which name I tender
As dearly as mine† own,-be satisfied.

[Draws.

MER. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! A la stoccata carries it away.Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk ?

TYB. What would'st thou have with me? MER. Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.

TYB. I am for you.

[Drawing. ROM. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. MER. Come, sir, your passado. [They fight. ROM. Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage ;Tybalt, Mercutio,-the prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets :— Hold, Tybalt;-good Mercutio.

[Exeunt TYBALT and his partizans." MER. I am hurt.

A plague o' both the houses!-I am sped :-
Is he gone, and hath nothing?

:

BEN.
What, art thou hurt?
MER. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis

enough ;

Where is my page ?-go, villain, fetch a surgeon. [Exit Page.

ROM. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. MER. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill

copies, except the quarto, 1597, which has-"the hate I bear thee," &c.

e A la stoccata-] Stoccato or stoccado is an Italian term for a thrust, or stab, in fencing. The folio, 1623, spells it stucatho. f Out of his pilcher-] A pilch was the name for some outer garment made of leather. Nash, in his "Pierce Penniless's Supplication to the Devil," 1592, speaks of "a carreman in a lether pilche:" and the word might be applied suitably enough for the leathern sheath of a rapier. Perhaps we should read, "out of his pilch, sir," &c. The quarto, 1597, has "come drawe your rapier out of your scabard," &c.

g Exeunt, &c.] The first quarto has here a stage direction, running thus:

"Tibalt under Romeo's arme thrusts Mercutio, in and flyes."