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'm 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 's your mother Jul. Where is my mother?—why, she is within ; Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest ! "Your love says like an honest gentleman— Where is your mother? " Nurse. O, our lady dear! [Rises in a passion, and pushes the chair away L. Are you so hot? Marry, come up! I trow; [Sits sulkily in the chair again L. Jul. Here's such a coil! [kneels behind Nurse's chair; then creeping round to the front, she lays her face on Nurse's knee, and looks tenderly in her face. -Come, what says Romeo? [nurse overcome with Juliet's affection, relents and embraces her. Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? Jul. (Rising.) I have. Nurse. Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell : There stays a husband to make you a wife; Hie you to church; I must another way, [Rising. . To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark.- Go; I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell. Jul. Hie to high fortune! Honest Nurse, farewell. [Exeunt Nurse R., Juliet L. SCENE VI.-The Cloisters of a Convent. Enter Romeo and Friar Laurence S. E. R. Lau. (r.) So smile the heavens upon this holy act, That after-hours with sorrow chide us not. Rom. (l.) Amen, amen! But come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy Lau. 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 its own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite; Therefore, love moderately. (romeo runs L.) Here comes the lady. [Exit Romeo L. O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint ; Enter Romeo and Juliet, with a white veil on L. both. Rom. (R. C.) Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more Brags of his substance, not of ornament; They are but beggars that can count their worth; I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth. Lau. (Comes between them c., and takes a hand of each.) Come, come with me; For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Till Holy Church incorporate two in one. [Exeunt S. E. R. ACT III. SCENE I.-The Street. Enter Mercutio and Benvolio L. Ben. (l.) 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. Mer. (c.) Thou art like one of those fellows that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says, heav'n send me no need of thee and by the operation of a second cup, draws it 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; 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 on his head than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason, but because thou hast hazel eyes; thou hast quarreled 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 quarreling! 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.—By my head, here come the Capulets. Mer. By my heel, I care not. Enter Tybalt R. Tyb. (Speaking as he enters.) Be near at hand, 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. (R. C.) You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, you will give me occasion. Mer. Could you not take some occasion, without giving? [ Crosses c. Tyb. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo. Mer. Consort? what, dost thou make us minstrels ? if thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords; here's my fiddle-stick, here's that shall make you dance. Zounds! consort! [Laying his hand upon his sword. Ben. (l. c.) We talk here in the public haunt of men; Either withdraw into some private place, Or reason coolly 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— comes my man. Tyb. (r. c.) Well, peace be with you, sirs,—here [ Crosses L. Mer. But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your li[Retires up the stage c. very. Enter Romeo L. Tyb. Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford No better term than this; thou art a villain. Rom. (l.) Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee, Doth much excuse the appertaining rage [Exeunt Romeo M. D., Tybalt L. Mer. (Comes forward.) O, calm, dishonorable, vile submission ! Ha! la stoccata carries it away—Tybalt !—(Draws his sword, and calls L.)—you rat-catcher ! Re-enter TYBALT L. Will Tyb. (l.) What would'st thou have of me? Mer. Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal. 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, sir. Re-enter Romeo M. D. [Drawing. Rom. (Interposing.) Gentle Mercutio, put thy ra pier up. Mer. Come, sir, your passado. [mercutio and Tybalt fight. Rom. Draw, Benvolio;—beat down their wea pons! Gentlemen!—For shame, forbear this outrage; [Exit Tybalt R., having wounded Mer Mer. (c.) I am hurt ; CUTIO. A plague o' both your 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; —Go, fetch a surgeon. |