And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure? Peter. I saw no man use you at his pleasure; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side. Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word: and, as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into a fool's-paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say: for the gentlewoman is young; and therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee Nurse. Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much: Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman. Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me. that you do protest; which, Nurse. I will tell her, sir, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to shrift This afternoon; And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell Be shriv'd and married. Here is for thy pains. Rom. Go to; I say you shall. Nurse. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there. Within this hour my man shall be with thee, And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair; Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quite thy pains: Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir. Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse? Nurse. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say, Two may keep counsel, putting one away? Rom. I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel. Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady Lord, Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing, - O, there is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief 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 versal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? Rom. Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R. Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name; R 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. [Exit Romeo.] — Peter! Peter. Anon? Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before. SCENE V. The same. CAPULET's orchard. Enter JULIET. [Exeunt. Jul. The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse; In half an hour she promis'd to return. Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so. Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve Had she affections and warm youthful blood, My words would bandy her to my sweet love, But old folks, many feign as they were dead; O God, she comes! Enter Nurse and PETER. O honey nurse, what news? [Exit Peter. Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. sad? - O Lord, why look'st thou Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; Nur. I am a-weary, give me leave awhile: -- 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. Nur. 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 breath To say to me that thou art out of breath? Th' excuse that thou dost make in this delay Nur. 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? Nur. 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! And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And, I warrant, a virtuous, Jul. Where is my mother! Where is your mother? why, she is within; Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest! Nur. says Romeo? Jul. Here's such a coil! come, what Nur. Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell; There stays a husband to make you a wife: Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, Jul. Hie to high fortune! — Honest nurse, farewell. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. The same. Friar LAURENCE's cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE and ROMEO. Fri. L. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, Fri. L. These violent delights have violent ends, Enter JULIET. Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. Fri. L. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. Jul. As much to him, else is his thanks too much. Rom. 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 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; |