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which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.
Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature : for this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down, to hide his bauble in a hole.
Ben. Stop there, stop there.
Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.
Ben. Thou would'st else have made thy tale large.
Mer. O, thou art deceived, 'I would have made
Enter Nurse and Peter.
Mer. Prythee, do, good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer of the two.
Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you? Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made himself to mar.
Nurse. By my troth, it is well said;-For him.
(1) It was the custom for servants to carry the lady's fan. (2) Good even.
take him down an 'a were lustier than he is, and
no man use you at his pleasure ; if I
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
, 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 mis-
protest unto thee,
Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse ? thou dost
Nurse. I will tell her, sir,—that you do protest ;
Nurse. No, truly, sir; not a penny.
Rom. Go to; I say, you shall.
Nurse. This afternoon, sir ? well, she shall be hit there. Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey
Must be my convoy in the secret night.
thy pains. Farewell !_Commend me to thy mistress. Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee !-Hark
Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
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, -0,—there's a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard ; but she, good soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see
him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris 1 is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I
say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the varsal Biworld. 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. [Exit.