Why she is within, where should she be?
How odly thou repli"st: Your Loue saies like an honest Gentleman: Where is your Mother?
Nur. O G.o.ds Lady deare, Are you so hot? marrie come vp I trow, Is this the Poultis for my aking bones?
Henceforward do your messages your selfe
Iul. Heere"s such a coile, come what saies Romeo?
Nur. Haue you got leaue to go to shift to day?
Iul. I haue
Nur. Then high you hence to Frier Lawrence Cell, There staies a Husband to make you a wife: Now comes the wanton bloud vp in your cheekes, Thei"le be in Scarlet straight at any newes: Hie you to Church, I must an other way, To fetch a Ladder by the which your Loue Must climde a birds nest Soone when it is darke: I am the drudge, and toile in your delight: But you shall beare the burthen soone at night.
Go Ile to dinner, hie you to the Cell
Iul. Hie to high Fortune, honest Nurse, farewell.
Exeunt.
Enter Frier and Romeo.
Fri. So smile the heauens vpon this holy act, That after houres, with sorrow chide vs not
Rom. Amen, amen, but come what sorrow can, It cannot counteruaile the exchange of ioy That one short minute giues me in her sight: Do thou but close our hands with holy words.
Then Loue-deuouring death do what he dare, It is inough. I may call her mine
Fri. These violent delights haue violent endes, And in their triumph: die like fire and powder; Which as they kisse consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his owne deliciousnesse, And in the taste confoundes the appet.i.te.
Therefore Loue moderately, long Loue doth so, Too swift arriues as tardie as too slow.
Enter Iuliet.
Here comes the Lady. Oh so light a foot Will nere weare out the euerlasting flint, A Louer may bestride the Gossamours, That ydles in the wanton Summer ayre, And yet not fall, so light is vanitie
Iul. Good euen to my ghostly Confessor
Fri. Romeo shall thanke thee Daughter for vs both
Iul. As much to him, else in his thanks too much
Fri. Ah Iuliet, if the measure of thy ioy Be heapt like mine, and that thy skill be more To blason it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbour ayre, and let rich musickes tongue, Vnfold the imagin"d happinesse that both Receiue in either, by this deere encounter
Iul. Conceit more rich in matter then in words, Brags of his substance, not of Ornament: They are but beggers that can count their worth, But my true Loue is growne to such excesse, I cannot sum vp some of halfe my wealth
Fri. Come, come with me, & we will make short worke, For by your leaues, you shall not stay alone, Till holy Church incorporate two in one.
Enter Mercutio, Benuolio, and men.
Ben. I pray thee good Mercutio lets retire, The day is hot, the Capulets abroad: And if we meet, we shal not scape a brawle, for now these hot dayes, is the mad blood stirring
Mer. Thou art like one of these fellowes, that when he enters the confines of a Tauerne, claps me his Sword vpon the Table, and sayes, G.o.d send me no need of thee: and by the operation of the second cup, drawes 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 Iacke in thy mood, as any in Italie: and a.s.soone moued to be moodie, and a.s.soone moodie to be mou"d
Ben. And what too?
Mer. Nay, and there were two such, we should haue none shortly, for one would kill the other: thou, why thou wilt quarrell with a man that hath a haire more, or a haire lesse in his beard, then thou hast: thou wilt quarrell with a man for cracking Nuts, hauing no other reason, but because thou hast hasell eyes: what eye, but such an eye, would spie out such a quarrell? thy head is full of quarrels, as an egge is full of meat, and yet thy head hath bin beaten as addle as an egge for quarreling: thou hast quarrel"d with a man for coffing in the street, because he hath wakened thy Dog that hath laine asleepe in the Sun. Did"st thou not fall out with a Tailor for wearing his new Doublet before Easter? with another, for tying his new shooes with old Riband, and yet thou wilt Tutor me from quarrelling?
Ben. And I were so apt to quarell as thou art, any man should buy the Fee-simple of my life, for an houre and a quarter
Mer. The Fee-simple? O simple.
Enter Tybalt, Petruchio, and others.
Ben. By my head here comes the Capulets
Mer. By my heele I care not
Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speake to them.
Gentlemen, Good den, a word with one of you
Mer. And but one word with one of vs? couple it with something, make it a word and a blow
Tib. You shall find me apt inough to that sir, and you will giue me occasion
Mercu. Could you not take some occasion without giuing?
Tib. Mercutio thou consort"st with Romeo
Mer. Consort? what dost thou make vs Minstrels? & thou make Minstrels of vs, looke to heare nothing but discords: heere"s my fiddlesticke, heere"s that shall make you daunce. Come consort
Ben. We talke here in the publike haunt of men, Either withdraw vnto some priuate place, Or reason coldly of your greeuances: Or else depart, here all eies gaze on vs
Mer. Mens eyes were made to looke, and let them gaze.
I will not budge for no mans pleasure I.
Enter Romeo.
Tib. Well peace be with you sir, here comes my man
Mer. But Ile be hang"d sir if he weare your Liuery.
Marry go before to field, heele be your follower, Your worship in that sense, may call him man
Tib. Romeo, the loue I beare thee, can affoord No better terme then this: Thou art a Villaine
Rom. Tibalt, the reason that I haue to loue thee, Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting: Villaine am I none; Therefore farewell, I see thou know"st me not
Tib. Boy, this shall not excuse the iniuries That thou hast done me, therefore turne and draw
Rom. I do protest I neuer iniur"d thee, But lou"d thee better then thou can"st deuise: Till thou shalt know the reason of my loue, And so good Capulet, which name I tender As dearely as my owne, be satisfied
Mer. O calme, dishonourable, vile submission: Alla stucatho carries it away.
Tybalt, you Rat-catcher, will you walke?
Tib. What wouldst thou haue with me?
Mer. Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine liues, that I meane to make bold withall, and as you shall vse me hereafter dry beate the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your Sword out of his Pilcher by the eares? Make hast, least mine be about your eares ere it be out
Tib. I am for you
Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy Rapier vp