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M. And his to me, but old folkes, many faine as they were
dead, Vnwieldie, flow, heauy, and pale as lead.
O God she comes, o hony nurse what newes?
Nur. Peter stay at the gate.
Iu. Now good sweet nurse, O Lord, why lookelt thou sad?
Nur. I am a weary, give me leaue a while,
Iu. I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy newes :
Nur. Iefu what hast, can you not stay awhile ?
lu. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath
Nur. Wel, you haue made a simple choice, you know not how to chuse a man: Romeo, no not he though his face bee better then any mans, yet his leg excels all mens, and for a hand and a foote and a body, though they be not to be talkt on, yet they are past compare : he is not the flower of curtesie, but Ile warrant him as gentle as a lamme: go thy waies wench, ferue God. What haue you dinde at home?
Iu. No no, but all this did I know before
Nur. Lord how my head akes, what a head haue I:
lu, I faith I am forrie that thou art not well.
Nur. Your loue saies like an honest gentleman,
Nur. O Gods lady deare,
Iuli. Heres such a coile, come what saies Romeo ?
Nur. Then high you hence to frier Lawrence cell,
But you shall beare the burthen foone at night.
Enter Frier and Romeo.
Fri. So smile the heauens vpon this holy act,
Ro. Amen, amen, but come what sorrow can,
Fri. These violent delights haue violent endes,
Here comes the lady, oh fo light a foot
Iu. Good eyen to my ghostly confessor.
lu. As much to him, else is * his thanks too much,
Ro. Ah Iuliet, if the measure of thy ioy
lu. Conceit more rich in matter then in words,
Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make fort worke,
Enter Mercutio, Benuolio, and men.
Ben. I pray thee good Mercutio lets retire, The day is hot, the Capels ♡ abroad: And if we meet, we shall 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 fayes God 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 lacke in thy moode, as any in Italie : and assoone moued to be moodie, and affoone moodie to be moued.
Ben. And what too?
Mer. Nay and there were two such, wee 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 hasel eyes : what eye, but such an eye, would spie out such a quarrel ? thy head is as ful of quarrels, as an egge is ful of meat, and yet thy head hath bin beaten as addle as an egge for quarrelling : thou hast quareld with a man for coffing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath laine alleepe 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 mce from quarrelling?
Ben. And I were so apt to quarel 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.
Tybalt. Follow me close, for I will speake to them.
Mer. And but one word with one of vs ? couple it with somthing, make it a word and a blow.
Ti: You shall find me apt inough to that fir, and you wil giue me occasion.
Mercut. Could you not take some occasion, without giuing?
Ti. Mercutio thou confortest with Romeo.
Mer. Confort, what dost thou make vs minstrels ? and thou make minstrels of vs, looke to heare nothing but discords,