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  • Title: Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 1, 1597)
  • 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 (Quarto 1, 1597)

    of Romeo and Iuliet.

    Nur: Marry farewell. Pray what saucie merchant was
    this that was so full of his roperipe?
    1245Rom: A gentleman Nurse that loues to heare himselfe
    talke, and will speake more in an houre than hee will stand
    to in a month.
    Nur: If hee stand to anie thing against mee, Ile take
    him downe if he were lustier than he is: if I cannot take him
    1250downe, Ile finde them that shall: I am none of his flurt-
    gills,I am none of his skaines mates.
    1251.1She turnes to Peter her man.
    And thou like a knaue must stand by, and see euerie Iacke
    vse me at his pleasure.
    Pet: I see no bodie vse you at his pleasure, if I had, I
    1255would soone haue drawen: you know my toole is as soone
    out as anothers if I see time and place.
    Nur: Now afore God he hath so vext me, that euerie
    member about me quivers: scuruie Iacke. But as I said, my
    1260Ladie bad me seeke ye out, and what shee bad me tell yee,
    that Ile keepe to my selfe: but if you should lead her into a
    fooles paradice as they saye, it were a verie grosse kinde of
    behauiour as they say, for the Gentlewoman is yong. Now
    1265if you should deale doubly with her, it were verie weake
    dealing, and not to be offered to anie Gentlewoman.
    Rom: Nurse, commend me to thy Ladie, tell her I pro-
    Nur: Goodheart: yfaith Ile tell her so: oh she will be
    1270a ioyfull woman.
    Rom: Why, what wilt thou tell her?
    Nur: That you doo protest: which (as I take it) is a
    Gentlemanlike proffer.
    1275Rom: Bid her get leaue to morrow morning
    To come to shrift to Frier Laurence cell:
    And stay thou Nurse behinde the Abbey wall,
    My man shall come to thee, and bring along
    The cordes, made like a tackled staire,
    Which to the hightop-gallant of my ioy
    E3 Must