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  • Title: Romeo and Juliet (Romeo: Q2)
  • Editor: Roger Apfelbaum
  • ISBN: 1-55058-299-2

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Roger Apfelbaum
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    Romeo and Juliet (Romeo: Q2)

    of Romeo and Iuliet.
    stand by too and suffer euery knaue to vse me at his plea-
    Pet. I saw no man vse you at his pleasure: if I had, my weapon
    1255shuld quickly haue bin out: I warrant you, I dare draw assoone
    as an other man, if I see occasion in a good quarel, & the law on
    my side.
    Nur. Now afore God, I am so vext, that euery part about me
    quiuers, skuruie knaue: pray you sir a word: and as I told you,
    1260my young Lady bid me enquire you out, what she bid me say, I
    will keepe to my selfe: but first let me tell ye, if ye should leade
    her in a fooles paradise, as they say, it were a very grosse kind of
    behauior as they say: for the Gentlewoman is yong: and there-
    fore, if you should deale double with her, truly it were an ill
    1265thing to be offred to any Gentlewoman, and very weake dea-
    Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy Lady and Mistresse, I pro-
    test unto thee.
    Nur. Good heart, and yfaith I wil tel her as much: Lord, Lord,
    1270she will be a ioyfull woman.
    Ro. What wilt thou tell her Nurse? thou dooest not marke
    Nur. I will tell her sir, that you do protest, which as I take it,
    is a gentlemanlike offer.
    1275 Ro. Bid her deuise some means to come to shrift this afternoon,
    And there she shall at Frier Lawrence Cell
    Be shrieued and married: here is for thy paines.
    Nur. No truly sir not a penny.
    Ro. Go too, I say you shall.
    1280Nur. This afternoone sir, well she shall be there.
    Ro. And stay good Nurse behinde the Abbey wall,
    Within this houre my man shall be with thee,
    And bring thee cordes made like a tackled stayre,
    Which to the high topgallant of my ioy,
    1285Must be my conuoy in the secret night.
    Farewell be trustie, and ile quit thy paines:
    Farewel, commend me to thy Mistresse.
    Nur. Now