him: I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worfe. Nurf. You fay well. Mer. Yea, is the worst well? Very well took, i'faith, wifely, wifely. Nurfe. If you be he, Sir, I defire fome confidence with you. (17). Ben. She will indite him to fome lupper. Mer. No hare, Sir, unless a hare, Sir, in a lenten pye, that is fomething ftale and hoar ere it be spent, t Angold hare hoar, and an old hare hoar, is very good for meat in Lent.w But a hare, that is hoar, is too much for a fcore, when it hoarsere it be spent. Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to dinner Sow thither. od miecka dla D'Ors Rom. I will follow you Mer. Farewel, antient lady: Farewel, lady, lady, lady. [Exeunt Mercutio, Benvolio. Nurfe. I pray you, Sir, what faucy merchant was this, that was fo full of his ropery?... Rom. A gentleman, nurfe, that loves to hear himself talk, and will fpeak more in a minute, than he will stand to in a month. (17) I defire fome Confidence with You. Ben. She will invite him to fome Supper Mr. Rowe firft fpoil'd the Joak of the Second Line in his Editions, and Mr. Pope is generaily faithful to his Foot-iteps. All the genuine Copies read, as I have reitor'd to the Text; She will indite him to fome Supper. Benvolio, hearing the Nurfe knock one Word of joint, humourou Ty is Bota the Corrup refolv'd he will corr pt another in Im tation of her. tions are used by our Author in other parts of his Works. Quick. and I will tell your Worship more of the Wart, the next Time we have confidence, and of other Wooers. Dogb. Marry, Sir, I would bave fome confidence cerns you nearly. Quick. Merry Wives, &c. with You, that de Much Ado, &c. and he is indited to Dinner to the Lubbar's head, &c. L 3 Henry IV. Nurfe. Ana fpeak any thing againft me, I'll take him down an he were luftier than he is, and twenty fuch Facks: and if I cannot, I'll find those that fhall Scurvy knave, I am none of his flirt-gills; I am none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by too, and fuffer every knave to ari To her man. use me at his pleasure? Pet. I faw no man ufe you at his pleasure: if I had, my weapon fhould quickly have been out, I warrant you. I dare draw as foon as another man, if I fee occafion in a good quarrel, and the law on my fide. De Nurfe. Now, afore God, I am fo vext, that every part about me quivers Scurvy knave! Pray you, Sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bid me enquire you out; what fhe bid me fay, I will keep to my felf: but firft let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into a fool's paradife, as they fay, it were a very grofs kind of behaviour, as they lay, 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. Commend me to thy lady and mistress, I proteft unto thee Nurfe. Good heart, and, i'faith, I will tell her as much : Lord, lord, the will be a joyful woman. Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurfe? thou dost not mark me. Nurfe. I will tell her, Sir, that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentleman-like offer. Rom. Bid her devife fome means to come to fhrift this afternoon; And there fhe fhall at friar Lawrence' Cell Be fhriv'd and married here is for thy pains. Rom. Go to, I fay, you fhall, Nurfe. This afternoon, Sir? well, fhe fhall be there. Within this hour my man fhall be with thee, Must be my convoy in the fecret night, Farewel Farewel, be trufty, and I'll quit thy pains. Nurfe. Now, God in heav'n blefs thee! hark you, Sir. Rom. What fayeft thou, my dear nurfe? Nurfe. Is your man fecret? did you ne'er hear fay, Two may keep counfel, putting one away? Rom. I warrant thee, my man's as true as fteel. Nurfe. Well, Sir, my mistress is the fweeteft lady; lord, lord, when 'twas a little prating thing O, there is a noble man in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but fhe, good foul, had as lieve fee a toad, a very toad, as fee him: I anger her fometimes, and tell her, that Paris is the properer man; but I'll warrant you, when I fay fo, fhe looks as pale as any clouț in the verfal world. Doth not rofemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? Both with an R. Rom. Ay, nurfe, what of that? both with an R.. (18) Nurfe. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. R. is for (18) Rom. Ay, Nurfe, what of That ? Nurfe. Ab mocker! that's the Dog's Name. R. is for the no, I know it begins with no other Letter,] I believe, I have rectified this odd Stuff; but it is a little mortifying, that the Senfe, when 'tis found out, fhould hardly be worth the pains of retrieving it, The Nurfe is reprefented as a prating filly Creature; She fays, She will tell Romeo a good Joak about his Miftrefs, and asks him, whether Rosemary and Romeo do not begin Both with a Letter: He fays, Yes, an R. She, who, we must suppose, could not read, thought he had mock'd her, and fays, No, fure, I know better: our Dog's name is R. Yours begins with another Letter. is natural enough, and very much in Character for this infipid, prating Creature. R put her in Mind of that Sound which is made by Dogs when they fnarl: and therefore, I prefume, fhe fays, that is the Dog's Name. A Quotation from Ben Jonson's Alchemift will clear up this Allufion. He fhall have a Bell, that's Abel; And, by it, ftanding One whofe Name is D err; In a rug Gown; there's D and rug, that's Drug; This Mr. Warburton. B. Jonfon again, in defcribing the Sound of the Letters, in his English Grammar, fays, R is the Dog's Letter, and hirreth in the Sound, For this Reafon Perfius, the Satirist, call'd it Litera canna: becaufe the trembling Vibration of the Tongue in pronouncing it imitates the Snarling of a Dog. Quòd tremula lingua vibratione, Canum, quum ringuntur, fonum imitari videatur, fays Rob. Stephens. Irritata Canis quòd RR quam plurima dicat. L 4 Lucillius. Thee? Thee? No; I know, it begins with another letter; and The hath the prettieft fententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it. Rom. Comm nd me to thy ledy Nurse. Ay, a thousand times. Peter, Pet. Anon? [Exit Romeo. Nurse. Take my fan, and go before. SCENE changes to Capulet's Houfe. Enter Juliet. [Exeunt. Ful. HE clock ftruck nine, when I did fend the TH nurfe : In half an hour fhe promis'd to return. That's not fo Oh, he is lame: love's heralds should be thoughts, Of this day's journey; and from nine 'till twelve My words would bandy her to my sweet love, Enter Nurfe, with Peter. O God, fhe comes. O honey Nurse, what news? Jul. Now, good sweet nurse, O lord, why look'ft thou fad? Tho' News be fad, yet tell them merrily: [Exit Peter. If good, thou fhame'ft the Mufick of fweet News, Fy, Fy, how my bones ake, what a jaunt have I had? speak. Nurje. Jefu! what hafte? Can you not stay a while? Do you not fee, that I am out of Breath? Jul. How art thou out of Breath, when thou hast breath To fay to me that thou art out of Breath? Th' Excufe, that thou doft make in this delay, Nurfe. Well, you have made a fimple choice; you know not how to chufe a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his face be better than any man's, yet his legs excel all mens ; and for a hand, and a foot, and a bo-dy, tho' they be not to be talk'd on, yet they are past compare. He is not the flower of courtefie, but, I 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 fays he of our marriage? what of that? Nurfe. Lord, how my head akes! what a head have I? It beats, as it would fall in twenty pieces. My back, o' th' other fide O my back, my back: Befhrew your heart, for fending me about, To catch my death with jaunting up and down. Where is your mother? Nurfe. O, God's lady dear, Are you fo hot? marry come up, I trow, |