Shakespeare's Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare [best fantasy books to read TXT] 📗
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Enter Nurse and Peter
Mercutio. A sail, a sail!
Benvolio. Two, two; a shirt and a smock.
100Nurse. Peter!
Peter. Anon!
Nurse. My fan, Peter.
Mercutio. Good Peter, to hide her face; for her
fan's the fairer of the two.
Nurse. 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 hand of
the dial is now upon the prick of noon.
110Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you!
Romeo. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made
for himself to mar.
Nurse. By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself
to mar,' quoth a'?—Gentlemen, can any of you tell
me where I may find the young Romeo?
Romeo. I can tell you; but young Romeo will be
older when you have found him than he was when
you sought him. I am the youngest of that name,
for fault of a worse.
120Nurse. You say well.
Mercutio. Yea, is the worst well? very well took,
i' faith; wisely, wisely.
Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence
with you.
Benvolio. She will indite him to some supper.
Mercutio. So ho!
Romeo. What hast thou found?
Mercutio. No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a
lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be
130spent.—Romeo, will you come to your father's?
we'll to dinner thither.
Romeo. I will follow you.
Mercutio. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, [singing]
'lady, lady, lady!'
[Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio.
Nurse. Marry, farewell!—I pray you, sir, what
saucy merchant was this, that was so full of his
ropery?
Romeo. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear
himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than
140he will stand to in a month.
Nurse. An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take
him 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?
Peter. I saw no man use you at his pleasure; if I
had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I
150warrant you. I dare draw as soon as another man,
if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on
my side.
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 in a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a
very gross kind of behaviour, as they say; for the
160gentlewoman 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.
Romeo. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress.
I protest unto thee—
Nurse. Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as
much. Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman!
Romeo. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost
not mark me.
Nurse. I will tell her, sir, that you do protest,
170which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
Romeo. I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.
190Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady—Lord,
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
lieve 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?
Romeo. Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.
200Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name; R is
for 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.
Romeo. Commend me to thy lady.
Nurse. Ay, a thousand times.—[Exit Romeo] Peter!
Peter. Anon.
Nurse. Before, and apace.
[Exeunt.
Capulet's Orchard
Enter Juliet
Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you
know not how to choose a man. Romeo! no, not
40he; though his face be better than any man's, yet his
leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and
a body, though they be not to be talked on, yet they
are past compare. He is not the flower of courtesy,
but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy
ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at
home?
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