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To be consorted with the humorous 6 night:

Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd in Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.

night, Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. So stumblest on my counsel ? Romeo, good night;- I'll to my truckle bed; Rom.

By a name This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep :

I know not how to tell thee who I am: Come, shall we go?

My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,

Go, then ; for 'tis in vain Because it is an enemy to thee;
To seek him here, that means not to be found. Had I it written, I would tear the word.

[Exeunt. Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words

Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound;
SCENE II.- Capulet's Garden.

Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
Enter ROMEO.

Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.

Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and wbere Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

fóre? (Juliet appears above, at a Window. The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! And the place death, considering who thou art, It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!

If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch Who is already sick and pale with grief,

these walls; That thou her maid art far more fair than she : For stony limits cannot hold love out : Be not her maid, since she is envious ;

And what love can do, that dares love attempt, Her vestal livery is but sick and green,

Therefore thy kinsmen are no leto to me. And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. - Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. It is my lady; 0, it is my love :

Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, O, that she knew she were !

Than twenty of their swords; look thou but sweet, She speaks, yet she says nothing : What of that? And I am proof against their enmity. Her eye discourses, I will answer it.

Jul. I would not for the world they saw thee bere

. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks :

Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,

sight; Having some business, do entreat her eyes And, but thou love me, let them find me here: To twinkle in their spheres till they return. My life were better ended by their hate, What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this As daylight doth a lamp ; her eye in heaven

place? Would through the airy region stream so bright, Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; That birds would sing, and think it were not night. He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! I am no pilot; yet wert thou as far O, that I were a glove upon that hand,

As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sed, That I might touch that cheek !

I would adventure for such merchandise. Jul.

Ah me!

Jul. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face ; Rom.

She speaks: Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art For that which

thou hast heard me speak to-night As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain, deny As is a winged messenger of heaven

What I have spoke : But farewell compliment! Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes

Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say – Ay; Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him,

And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear’st

, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, Thou may'st prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, And sails upon the bosom of the air.

They say, Jove laughs, o, gentle Romeo, Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Deny thy father, and refuse thy name:

Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won, Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay; And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; Jul. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy;

[ Aside. And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light:

But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.

Than those that have more cunning to be strange ? What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,

I should have been more strange, I must confesy, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part

But that thou over-heard'st, ere I was 'ware, Belonging to a man. O, be some other name ! My true love's passion; therefore, pardon me ; What's in a name? that which we call a rose, And not impute this yielding to light love, By any other name would smell as sweet ; Which the dark night hath so discovered, So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear

, Retain that dear perfection which he owes 7, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops, Without that title : — Romeo, doff 8 thy name; And for that name which is no part of thee,

Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant

moon Take all myself.

That monthly changes in her circled orb,
I take thee at thy word :

Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd;

Rom. What shall I swear by ? Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

Jul. 6 Humid, moist. 7 Owns, possesses.

# Do off, put off
9 Hinderance. 1 Unless

> Shy.

Do not swear at all; pose, love ?

Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,

Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name : Which is the god of my idolatry,

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, And I'll believe thee.

Like softest musick to attending ears !

If my heart's dear love – Jul. Romeo !
Jul. Well, do not swear : although I joy in thee, Rom. My sweet!
I have no joy of this contráct to-night:


At what o'clock to-morrow It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden;

Shall I send to thee ! Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Rom.

At the hour of nine.
Ere one can say - It lightens. Sweet, good night! Jul. I will not fail ; 'tis twenty years till then.
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, I have forgot why I did call thee back.
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it.
Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Come to thy heart, as that within my breast ! Rememb’ring how I love thy company.

Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ? Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? Forgetting any other home but this.
Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone:

And yet no further than a wanton's bird ;
Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
And yet I would it were to give again.

Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves",
Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what pur- And with a silk thread plucks it back again,

So loving-jealous of his libertr.
Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. Rom. I would, I were thy bird.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have :


Sweet, so would I: My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. My love as deep; the more I give to thee,

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet The more I have, for both are infinite.

sorrow, [Nurse calls within. That I shall say — good night, till it be morrow. I hear some noise within : Dear love, adieu !

[Exit. Anon, good nurse! — Sweet Montague, be true. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy Stay but a little, I will come again. [Exit.

breast! Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! Being in night, all this is but a dream,

Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell ; Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.

His help to crave, and my dear hap 6 to tell. (Erit. Re-enter JULIET, above.

SCENE III. - Friar Laurence's Cell. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, indeed.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a Basket. If that thy bents of love be honourable,

Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,

night, By one that I'll procure to come to thee,

Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite; And flecked 7 darkness like a drunkard reels And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay,

From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's 8 wheels : And follow thee, my lord, throughout the world :- Now ere the sun advance his burning eye, Nurse. [Within. ) Madam.

The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, Jul. I come, anon: - - But if thou mean’st not I must fill up this osier cage of ours, well,

With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. I do beseech thee,

The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; Nurse. [Within.] Madam.

What is her burying grave, that is her womb : Jul.

By and by, I come :-- And from her womb children of divers kind
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief : We sucking on her natural bosom find;
To-morrow will I send.

Many for many virtues excellent,

So thrive my soul, - None but for some, and yet all different. Jul. A thousand times good night! [Erit. | o, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities : light.

For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their But to the earth some special good doth give; books;

Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse :

[Retiring slowly. Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied ;

And vice sometime's by action dignified.
Re-enter JULIET, above.

Within the infant rind of this small flower Jul, Hist! Romeo, hist!- 0, for a falconer's Poison hath residence, and med'cine power: voice,

For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; To lure this tassel-gentle 4 back again!

Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Two such opposed foes encamp them still Else would I tear the cave where echo lies,

In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will; And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine And where the worser is predominant, With repetition of my Romeo's name,

Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. 3 Inclination.

6 Chance, fortune • The teircel is the male hawk, the falcon the female.

3 Fetters.

7 Spotted, streaked.

* The sun.


Rom. O let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. Enter Romeo.

Fri. Wisely, and slow; they stumble, that run Rom. Good morrow, father!


(Exunt. Fri.

Benedicite !
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

SCENE IV. -A Street.
Young son, it argues a distemper'd head,
So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed :

Enter Benvolio and MERCUTIO.
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,

Mer. Where should this Romeo be? And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; Came he not home to-night? But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Ben. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign; Mer. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, Therefore thy earliness doth me assure,

that Rosaline, Thou art up-rous'd by some distemp'rature ; Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. Or if not so, then here I hit it right

Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.

Hath sent a letter to his father's house. Rom. That last is true.

Mer. A challenge, on my life. Wast thou with Rosaline? Ben. Romeo will answer it. Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no; Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. letter. Fri. That's my good son: But where hast thou Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, hox been then?

he dares, being dared. Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! I have been feasting with mine enemy;

stabbed with a white girl's black eye! shot thorough Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me, the ear with a love-song : the very pin of his heart That's by me wounded; both our remedies cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shafto; And is Within thy help and holy physick lies :

he a man to encounter Tybalt? I bear no hatred, blessed man: for, lo,

Ben. Why, what is Tybalt? My intercession likewise steads my foe.

Mer. More than prince of cats', I can tell you. Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift ; O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. He fights as you sing, keeps time, distance, and

Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love is set proportion ; rests me liis minim rest one, two, and On the fair daughter of rich Capulet :

the third in your bosom : the very butcher of a silk As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;

button, à duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the And all combin'd, save what thou must combine very first house, – of the first and second cause: By holy marriage : When, and where, and how, Ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, hay ! 2 I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,

Ben. The what? That thou consent to marry us this day.

Mer. The plague of such antick, lisping, affecting Fri. Holy saint Francis! what a change is here? fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents ! - Why, Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies should be thus afflicted with these strange flies, Not truly in their hearts but in their eyes. these fashion-mongers, these pardonnez-moys, who O, Romeo, what a deal of sorrow's brine

stand so much on the new form, that they cannot Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline !

sit at ease on the old bench? O, their bons, their How much salt water thrown away in waste, bons ! To season love, that of it doth not taste! The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,

Enter Romeo. Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;

Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romea Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit

Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring: Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet :

flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified ! - Now is he for If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura, to his Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline ; lady, was but a kitchen-wench ; - marry, she had And art thou chang'd ? pronounce this sentence a better love to be-rhyme her: Dido, a dowdy; then

Cleopatra, a gipsy; Thisbé, a grey eye or so, but Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. not to the purpose. Signior Romeo, bon jour!

Rom. Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline. there's a French salutation to your French slop.
Fri. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.
Rom. And bad'st me bury love.

Rom. Good morrow to you both. What counFri.

Not in a grave, terfeit did I give you? To lay one in, another out to have.

Mer. The slip, sir, the slip *; Can you not conRom. I pray thee, chide not : she, whom I love ceive?

Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; great; and, in such a case as mine, a man may The other did not so.

strain courtesy
O, she knew well,

Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell. Rom. Pink for flower.
But come, young waverer, come go with me,

9 Arrow. I See the story of Reynard the fox. In one respect I'll thy assistant be;

2 Terms of the fencing.school. For this aliance may so happy prove,

3 Trowsers or pantaloons, a French fashion in Shakspeare's To turn your households' rancour to pure love. * A pun on counterfeit money called slips.



Mer. Right.

Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear him. Rom. Why, then is my pump 5 well flowered. self talk; and will speak more in a minute, than he

Mer. Well said; Follow me this jest now, till will stand to in a month. thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the single Nurse. An ’a speak any thing against me, I'll sole of it is worn, the jest may remain after the take him down an 'a were lustier than he is, and wearing, solely singular.

twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those Rom. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the that shall. - Pray you, sir, a word: and, as I told singleness !

you, my young lady bade me inquire you out; Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: but fail.

first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into a fool's Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of I'll cry a match.

behaviour, as they say: for the gentlewoman is Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, young: and, therefore, if you should deal double I have done : for thou hast more of the wild-goose in with her, truly, it were an ill thing to be offered to one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in my whole any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. five: Was I with you there for the goose ?

Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and misRom. Thou wast never with me for any thing, tress. I protest unto thee, when thou wast not there for the goose.

Nurse. Good heart! and, i' faith, I will tell her Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. as much: She will be a joyful woman. Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not.

Ron. What wilt thou tell her, nurse ? thou dost Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter-sweeting 6; it is a

not mark me. most sharp sauce.

Nurse. I will tell her, sir, – that you do protest; Rom. And is it not well served in to a sweet which, as I take it, is a gentleman-like offer. goose?

Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel 7, that stretches

shrift 1 from an inch narrow to an ell broad!

This afternoon ; Rom. I stretch it out for that word — broad : And there she shall at friar Laurence' cell which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide Be shriv'd, and married. Here is for thy pains. a broad goose.

Nurse. No, truly, sir ; not a penny. Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning Rom. Go to; I say you shall. for love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Ro- Nurse. This afternoon, sir; well, she shall be meo ; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as

there. by nature.

Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbeyRom. Here's goodly geer!

wall :

Within this hour my man shall be with thee ; Enter Nurse and PETER.

And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair, Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail !

Which to the high top-gallant ? of my joy Nurse. Peter !

Must be my convoy in the secret night. Pet. Anon?

Farewell ! Be trusty, and I'll quits thy pains. Nurse. My fan, Peter.

Farewell! - Commend me to thy mistress. Mer. Pr’ythee, do, good Peter, to hide her face ; Nurse. Now, heaven bless thee ! - Hark you, sir. for her fan's the fairer of the two.

Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse ? Nurse. Good morrow, gentlemen.

Nurse. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear Mer. Good den , fair gentlewoman.

sayNurse. Is it good den?

Two may keep counsel, putting one away? Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the hand of the Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel. dial is now upon the point of noon.

Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest Nurse. Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where lady: - when 'twas a little prating thing, - 0,I may find the young Romeo ?

there's a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would Rom. I can tell you ; but young Romeo will be fain lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as older when you have found him, than he was when lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger you sought him : I am the youngest of that name, her sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the profor 'fault of a worse.

perer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, Nurse. You say well.

she looks as pale as any clout in the varsal world. Mer. Yea, is the worse well? very well took, Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a i' faith; wisely, wisely.

letter? Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confi. Rom. Ay, nurse; What of that? both with an R. dence with you.

Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name, R. is Ben. She will indite him to some supper. for the dog. No; I know it begins with some

Mer. Romeo, will you come to your father's ? other letter; and she hath the prettiest sententious we'll to dinner thither.

of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you Rom. I will follow you.

good to hear it. Mer. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, Rom. Commend me to thy lady. [Exit.

lady. (Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO. Nurse. Ay, a thousand times. - Peter! Nurse. Marry, farewell! - I pray you, sir, what Pet. Anon ? saucy merchant 9 was this, that was so full of his Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before. ropery?

(Exeunt. » Shoe. 6 An apple.

Confession 7 Soft stretching leather. 8 Good even.

2 The highest extremity of the mast cf a ship. 9 A term of disrespect, in contradistinction to gentleman.

3 Requite.


SCENE V. - Capulet's Garden.

Jul. Where is my mother ? — why, she is within;

Where should she be? How oddly thou reply'st; Enter JULIET.

Your love says like an honest gentleman, — Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the Where is your mother ? nurse ;


Marry, come up, I trow: In half an hour she promis'd to return.

Is this the poultice for my aking bones? Perchance she cannot meet him : that's not so, - Henceforward do your messages yourself. O, she is lame ! love's heralds should be thoughts, Jul. Here's such a coil, - come, what says Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,

Romeo ? Driving back shadows over low'ring hills :

Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, Jul. I have. And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' Now is the sun upon the highmost hill

cell, Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve There stays a husband to make you a wife : Is three long hours, - yet she is not come. Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, Had she affections, and warm youthful blood, They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. She'd be as swift in motion as a ball ;

Hie you to church ; I must another way, My words would bandy - her to my sweet love, I must go fetch a ladder for your love : And his to me :

I am the drudge, and toil in your delight. But old folks, many feign as they were dead; Go, I'll to dinner ; hie you to the cell. Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.

Jul. Hie to high fortune ! — honest nurse, fare

well. Enter Nurse and PETER. O here she comes ! - O honey nurse, what news? SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's Cell. Hast thou met with him ? Send thy man away. Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. [Exit PETER.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and Romeo. Jul. Now, good sweet nurse, - why look’st thou Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, sad ?

That after-hours with sorrow chide us not. Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;

Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, If good, thou sham'st the musick of sweet news It cannot countervail the exchange of joy By playing it to me with so sour a face.

That one short minute gives me in her sight: Nurse. I am weary, give me leave a while; - Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Fye, how my bones ake! What a jaunt have I had! Then love-devouring death do what he dare

, Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy It is enough I may but call her mine.

Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder

, speak.

Which, as they kiss, consume: The sweetest bones Nurse. What haste ? can you not stay a while ? Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, Do you not see that I am out of breath?

And in the taste confounds the appetite: Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so ; breath

Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
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.

Here comes the lady: - 0, so light a foot Is thy news good, or bad ? answer to that; Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance :

A lover may bestride the Let me be satisfied, Is't good or bad ?

That idle in the wanton summer air, Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; And yet not fall; so light is vanity, you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. not he; though his face be better than any man's, Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter

, for us yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand and a

both. foot, they are past compare : He is not the flower

Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too of courtesy, — but, I'll warrant him as gentle as a

much. lamb. What, have you dined at home?

Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before;

Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more What says he of our marriage ? what of that? To blazon 7 it, then sweeten with thy breath Nurse

. O, how my head akes! what a head have I! This neighbour air, and let rich musick's tongues It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.

Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both My back o't'other side. — O, my back, my back ! - Receive in either by this dear encounter. Beshrew your heart, for sending me about,

Jul. Conceit 8, more rich in matter than in words To catch my death with jaunting up and down! Brags of his substance, not of ornament:

Jul. I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well :
Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my But my true love is grown to such excess,

| They are but beggars that can count their worth; love?

I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.
Nurse. Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,




Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make

short work; And, I warrant, a virtuous : - Where is your And holy church incorporate two in one. (Exeunt.

mother? • Drive her, as a ball struck with a bandy, i. c. a bat or 6 The long white filament which flies in the alr. battledore.

7 Paint, display.

5 Bustle,

8 Imagination

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