|SCENE IV. A street.
SCENE IV. A street.
Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIOMERCUTIO
Where the devil should this Romeo be?BENVOLIO
Came he not home to-night?
Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.MERCUTIO
Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.BENVOLIO
Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,MERCUTIO
Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
A challenge, on my life.BENVOLIO
Romeo will answer it.MERCUTIO
Any man that can write may answer a letter.BENVOLIO
Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how heMERCUTIO
dares, being dared.
Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with aBENVOLIO
white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a
love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the
blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to
Why, what is Tybalt?MERCUTIO
More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he isBENVOLIO
the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as
you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and
proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and
the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk
button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the
very first house, of the first and second cause:
ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the
The pox of such antic, lisping, affectingBENVOLIO
fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu,
a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good
whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing,
grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with
these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these
perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form,
that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their
bones, their bones!
Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.MERCUTIO
Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh,ROMEO
how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers
that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a
kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to
be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy;
Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey
eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior
Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation
to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit
fairly last night.
Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?MERCUTIO
The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?ROMEO
Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and inMERCUTIO
such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
That's as much as to say, such a case as yoursROMEO
constrains a man to bow in the hams.
Meaning, to court'sy.MERCUTIO
Thou hast most kindly hit it.ROMEO
A most courteous exposition.MERCUTIO
Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.ROMEO
Pink for flower.MERCUTIO
Why, then is my pump well flowered.MERCUTIO
Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hastROMEO
worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it
is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.
O single-soled jest, solely singular for theMERCUTIO
Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.ROMEO
Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.MERCUTIO
Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I haveROMEO
done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of
thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five:
was I with you there for the goose?
Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wastMERCUTIO
not there for the goose.
I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.ROMEO
Nay, good goose, bite not.MERCUTIO
Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a mostROMEO
And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?MERCUTIO
O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from anROMEO
inch narrow to an ell broad!
I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which addedMERCUTIO
to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.
Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?BENVOLIO
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.
Stop there, stop there.MERCUTIO
Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.BENVOLIO
Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.MERCUTIO
O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:ROMEO
for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and
meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.
Here's goodly gear!MERCUTIO
Enter Nurse and PETER
A sail, a sail!BENVOLIO
Two, two; a shirt and a smock.Nurse
My fan, Peter.MERCUTIO
Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's theNurse
God ye good morrow, gentlemen.MERCUTIO
God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.Nurse
Is it good den?MERCUTIO
'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of theNurse
dial is now upon the prick of noon.
Out upon you! what a man are you!ROMEO
One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself toNurse
By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,'ROMEO
quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I
may find the young Romeo?
I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older whenNurse
you have found him than he was when you sought him:
I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.
You say well.MERCUTIO
Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;Nurse
if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence withBENVOLIO
She will indite him to some supper.MERCUTIO
A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho!ROMEO
What hast thou found?MERCUTIO
No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,ROMEO
that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.
SingsAn old hare hoar,
And an old hare hoar,
Is very good meat in lent
But a hare that is hoar
Is too much for a score,
When it hoars ere it be spent.
Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll
to dinner, thither.
I will follow you.MERCUTIO
Farewell, ancient lady; farewell,Nurse
Singing'lady, lady, lady.'
Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO
Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucyROMEO
merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?
A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,Nurse
and will speak more in a minute than he will stand
to in a month.
An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take himPETER
down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such
Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.
Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am
none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by
too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?
I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weaponNurse
should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare
draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a
good quarrel, and the law on my side.
Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part aboutROMEO
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 paradise, as they say, it were a very gross
kind of behavior, 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.
Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. INurse
protest unto thee--
Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much:ROMEO
Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.
What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.Nurse
I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, asROMEO
I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
Bid her deviseNurse
Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;
And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell
Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.
No truly sir; not a penny.ROMEO
Go to; I say you shall.Nurse
This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.ROMEO
And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall:Nurse
Within this hour my man shall be with thee
And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;
Which to the high top-gallant of my joy
Must be my convoy in the secret night.
Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains:
Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.
Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.ROMEO
What say'st thou, my dear nurse?Nurse
Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,ROMEO
Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.NURSE
Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord,ROMEO
Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing:--O, there
is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain
lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief
see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her
sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer
man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks
as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not
rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?
Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.Nurse
Ah. mocker! that's the dog's name; R is forROMEO
the--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.
Commend me to thy lady.Nurse
Ay, a thousand times.PETER
Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace.
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