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Enter Benvolio and Romeo.
One pain is lefsen'd by another's anguish :
One defperate grief cure with another's languish : Take thou some new infection to the
eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.
Rom. Your plantan leaf is excellent for that.
Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman ís :
[To the Servant. Ser. God gi' good e'en. I pray, Sir, can you read? Rom. Ay, inine own fortune in my misery.
Ser. Perhaps you have learn’d it without book; but, 1 pray, can you read any thing you fee? Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the language. Ser. Ye say honestly, rest you merryRom. Stay, fellow, I can read.
He reads the letter: Signior Martino, and his wife and daughters ; Count Anfelm, and his beauteous fifters; the Lady, widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and his lovely nieces'; Mers eutio and his brother Valentine ; mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters'; my fair niece Rofaline; Livia ; Signior Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucie, and the lively Helena. A fair assembly; whither should they come ?
Ser. Now I'll tell you without asking. My master is the
great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come, and crush a cup of wine: Reft you merry
Ben At this fame ancient feast of Capulet's
Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehoods, then turn tears to fires ! And these who, often drown'd, could never die,
Transparent heretics, be burnt for lyars !
Ben. Tut! tut! you saw her fair, none else being by';
Rom. I'll go alone, no such fight to be shewn; But to rejoice in splendor of mine own. [Exeunt,
SCE N E IV. Changes to Capulet's house.
Enter. Lady Capulet and Nurse. La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth
Nurfe. Now (by my maidenhead, at twelve years old) I bade her come; what, lamb, --what, lady-bird, God forbid !-where's this girl? what, Juliet?
Enter Juliet. Jul. How now, who calls ? Nurse. Your mother.
Jul. Madam, I am here, what is your will? La.Cap. This is the matter.- Nurse, give leave a while, we must talk in secret: nurse, come back again, I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel : thou know'ft my daughter's of a pretty age.
Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, (and yet to my teen be it spoken, I have but four), she's not fourteen, VOL. VIII.
How long is it now to Lammas-tide ?
La Cap. A fortnight and odd days. Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, come • Laminas eve at night, shall she be fourteen. Susan " and she (God reit all Chriltian fouls !) were of an
age. Well, Susan is with God, the was too good for
me. But as I said, on Lammas-eve at night ihall she • be fourteen, that ihall she, marry, I remember it well.
'Tis fince the earthquake now eleven years, and she
was wean'd; I never thall forget it, of all the days in " the ycar, upon that day; for I had then laid worm• wood to my dug, sitting in the sun under the dove"house wall, my Lord and you were then at Mantua
nay, I do bear a brain. . But, as I said, when it did " taite,the wormwood on the ripple of my dug, and ' felt it bitter, pretty fool, to see it teachy, and fall
out with the dug Shake, quoth the Dove-house' 'twas no need I trow to bid me trudge; and since • that time it is eleven years, for then the could stand alone ; nay, by th’ rood, she could have run, and
waddled all about ; for even the day before she • broke her brow, and then my husband (God be with • liis soul, a' was a merry man) took up the child ; Yea,
quoth he, dost thou fall upon thy face ; thou wilt * fall backward when thou hast more wit, wilt thou
not, Julé ? and by my holy dam, the pretty wretch • left crying, and faid Ay. To see now how a jest shall
come about.-) warrant, an' I thould live a thou. • sand years, I should not forget it. Wilt thou nøt,
Julé? quoth he; and, pretty fool, it stinted, and said
Nurse. Yes, Madam : yet I cannot chuse but laugh, to think it should leave crying, and say Ay; and yet I warrant, it had upon its brow a bump as big as a young cockrel's stone: a perilous knock, and it cried bitterly. Yea, quoth my husband, fallst upon thy face ? thou wilt fall backward when thou comeft to age, wilt thou not, Julé ? it stinted, and said Ay. Jul. And stint thee too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
Nurse. Peace, I have done : God mark thee to his Thou was the prettiest babe that e'er i nurs’d. [grace! An' I might live to see thee married once,
I have my wish.
La: Cap. And that some marriage is the very the.de I came to talk of. Telline, daughter Juliet, How stands your disposuiou to be married ?
jul. It is an honour that I dream not of.
Narfe. An honour? were not I thine only nurse, I'd filý thou hud'ít fuck'd wisdom from thy teat.
La Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
[than you Are made already mothers. By my count, I was your mother much npon thele years That you are now a maid Thus, then, in brief ; The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
Nurse. Anan, young Lady, Lady, such a man As all the world. Why, he's a man of wax.
La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
La.Cap. What say you, can you like the gentleman?
Nurse. No less ? nay, bigger ; wonien grow by men.
Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move.
Enter a Servant. Ser. Madam, the guests are come, fupper serv'd up you calld, my young Lady alk'd fer, the nurse curs'ü
in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait. I beseech you,
follow strait, [ Exeunt.
SCENE V. A fireet before Capuket's house.. Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with fve or fx o
ther mafkers, torch-bearers, and drums.
Ben. The date is ont of such prolixity.
Rom. Give me a torch, I am not for this ambling.
Mer. You are a lover ; borrow Cupid's wings,
Rom I am too fore enpearced with his fhaft,
Mer. Ind to fink in it, should you burthen love:
Rom. Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
Ner If love be rough with youi, be rough with love;
-follow frait. Laid
ap. We follow thee. Juliet, the county says. Nurse. Go, girl, fick happy nights to hapry days,
SCENE, & c.