1106853Mer: Why whats become of Romeo? came he not

1107854home to night?

1108855Ben: Not to his Fathers, I spake with his man.

1109856Mer: Ah that same pale hard hearted wench, that Ro- (saline

1110857Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.

1111858Mer: Tybalt the Kinsman of olde Capolet

1112859Hath sent a Letter to his Fathers House:

1113860Some Challenge on my life.

1114861Ben: Romeo will answere it.

1115862Mer: I, anie man that can write may answere a letter.

1116863Ben: Nay, he will answere the letters master if hee bee

1117864challenged.

1118865Mer: Who, Romeo? why he is alreadie dead: stabd

1119866with a white wenches blacke eye, shot thorough the eare

1120867with a loue song, the verie pinne of his heart cleft with the

1121868blinde bow-boyes but-shaft. And is he a man to encounter

1122869Tybalt?

1123870Ben: Why what is Tybalt?

1124871Mer: More than the prince of cattes I can tell you. Oh

1125872he is the couragious captaine of complements. Catso, he

E fights

1126873fightes as you sing pricke-song , keepes time dystance and

1127874proportion, rests me his minum rest one two and the thirde

875in your bosome, the very butcher of a silken button, a Duel-

1128876list a Duellist, a gentleman of the very first house of the first

1129877and second cause, ah the immortall Passado, the Punto re-

1130878uerso, the Hay.

1131879Ben: The what?

1132880Me: The Poxe of such limping antique affecting fan-

1133881tasticoes these new tuners of accents. By Iesu a very good

1134882blade, a very tall man, a very good whoore. Why graund-

1135883sir is not this a miserable case that we should be stil afflicted

1136884with these strange flies: these fashionmongers, these par-

1137885donmees, that stand so much on the new forme, that they

1138886cannot sitte at ease on the old bench. Oh their bones, theyr

1139887bones.

1141888Ben. Heere comes Romeo.

1142889Mer: Without his Roe, like a dryed Hering. O flesh flesh

1143890how art thou fishified. Sirra now is he for the numbers that

1144891Petrarch flowdin : Laura to his Lady was but a kitchin

1145892drudg, yet she had a better loue to berime her: Dido a dow-

1146893dy Cleopatra a Gypsie, Hero and Hellen hildings and harle-

1147894tries: Thisbie a gray eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior

1148895Romeo bon iour, there is a French curtesie to your French

1149896stop: yee gaue vs the counterfeit fairely yesternight.

1151897Rom: What counterfeit I pray you?

1153898Me: The slip the slip, can you not conceiue?

1154899Rom: I cry you mercy my busines was great, and in such

1155900a case as mine, a man may straine curtesie.

1156901Mer: Oh thats as much to say as such a case as yours wil

1157902constraine a man to bow in the hams.

1158903Rom: A most curteous exposition.

1161904Me: Why I am the very pinke of curtesie.

1162905Rom: Pinke for flower?

1163906Mer: Right.

1164907Rom: Then is my Pumpe well flour'd:

1165908Mer: Well said, follow me nowe that iest till thou hast

1166909worne out thy Pumpe, that when the single sole of it is worn

1167910the iest may remaine after the wearing solie singuler.

1169911Rom: O single soald iest solie singuler for the singlenes.

1171912Me: Come between vs good Benuolio, for my wits faile.

1172913Rom: Swits and spurres, swits & spurres, or Ile cry a match.

1174914Mer: Nay if thy wits runne the wildgoose chase, I haue

1175915done: for I am sure thou hast more of the goose in one of

1176916thy wits, than I haue in al my fiue: Was I with you there for

1177917the goose?

1178918Rom: Thou wert neuer with me for any thing, when

1179919thou wert not with me for the goose.

1180920Me: Ile bite thee by the eare for that iest.

1181921Rom: Nay good goose bite not.

1182922Mer:Why thy wit is a bitter sweeting, a most sharp sauce

1184923Rom: And was it not well seru'd in to a sweet goose?

1185924Mer: Oh heere is a witte of Cheuerell that stretcheth

1186925from an ynch narrow to an ell broad.

1187926Rom: I stretcht it out for the word broad, which added to

1188927the goose, proues thee faire and wide a broad goose.

1189928Mer: Why is not this better now than groning for loue?

1190929why now art thou sociable, now art thou thy selfe, nowe art

1191930thou what thou art, as wel by arte as nature. This driueling

1192931loue is like a great naturall, that runs vp and downe to hide

1193932his bable in a hole.

1194933Ben: Stop there.

1195934Me: Why thou wouldst haue me stopp my tale against

935the haire.

1196936Ben: Thou wouldst haue made thy tale too long?

1197937Mer: Tut man thou art deceiued, I meant to make it

938short, for I was come to the whole depth of my tale? and

1198939meant indeed to occupie the argument no longer.

1201940Rom: Heers goodly geare.

1202942Mer: A saile, a saile, a saile.

E2 Ben: Two

1203943Ben: Two, two, a shirt and a smocke.

1204944Nur: Peter, pree thee giue me my fan.

1207945Mer: Pree thee doo good Peter, to hide her face: for

1208946her fanne is the fairer of the two.

1209947Nur: God ye goodmorrow Gentlemen.

1210948Mer: God ye good den faire Gentlewoman.

1211949Nur: Is it godye gooden I pray you.

1212950Mer: Tis no lesse I assure you, for the baudie hand of

1213951the diall is euen now vpon the pricke of noone.

1214952Nur: Fie, what a man is this?

1215953Rom: A Gentleman Nurse, that God hath made for

1216954himselfe to marre.

1217955Nur: By my troth well said : for himselfe to marre

1218956quoth he? I pray you can anie of you tell where one maie

1219957finde yong Romeo?

1220958Rom: I can : but yong Romeo will bee elder when you

1221959haue found him, than he was when you sought him, I am

1222960the yongest of that name for fault of a worse.

1223961Nur: Well said.

1224962Mer: Yea, is the worst well? mas well noted, wise-

1225963ly, wisely.

1226964Nu: If you be he sir, I desire some conference with ye.

1228965Ben: O, belike she meanes to inuite him to supper.

1229966Mer: So ho. A baud, a baud, a baud.

1230967Rom: Why what hast found man?

1231968Mer: No hare sir, vnlesse it be a hare in a lenten pye,

1232969that is somewhat stale and hoare ere it be eaten.

1233971And an olde hare hore, and an olde hare hore

1234972is verie good meate in Lent:

1235973But a hare thats hoare is too much for a score,

1236974if it hore ere it be spent.

1237975Youl come to your fathers to supper?

1239976Rom: I will.

1240977Mer: Farewell ancient Ladie,farewell sweete Ladie.

1243979Nur: Marry farewell. Pray what saucie merchant was

1244980this that was so full of his roperipe?

1245981Rom: A gentleman Nurse that loues to heare himselfe

1246982talke, and will speake more in an houre than hee will stand

1247983to in a month.

1248984Nur: If hee stand to anie thing against mee, Ile take

1249985him downe if he were lustier than he is: if I cannot take him

1250986downe, Ile finde them that shall: I am none of his flurt-

1251987gills,I am none of his skaines mates.

1252989And thou like a knaue must stand by, and see euerie Iacke

1253990vse me at his pleasure.

1254991Pet: I see no bodie vse you at his pleasure, if I had, I

1255992would soone haue drawen: you know my toole is as soone

1256993out as anothers if I see time and place.

1258994Nur: Now afore God he hath so vext me, that euerie

1259995member about me quivers: scuruie Iacke. But as I said, my

1260996Ladie bad me seeke ye out, and what shee bad me tell yee,

1261997that Ile keepe to my selfe: but if you should lead her into a

1262998fooles paradice as they saye, it were a verie grosse kinde of

1263999behauiour as they say, for the Gentlewoman is yong. Now

12651000if you should deale doubly with her, it were verie weake

12661001dealing, and not to be offered to anie Gentlewoman.

12671002Rom: Nurse, commend me to thy Ladie, tell her I pro-

12681003test.

12691004Nur: Goodheart: yfaith Ile tell her so: oh she will be

12701005a ioyfull woman.

12711006Rom: Why, what wilt thou tell her?

12731007Nur: That you doo protest: which (as I take it) is a

12741008Gentlemanlike proffer.

12751009Rom: Bid her get leaue to morrow morning

12761010To come to shrift to Frier Laurence cell:

12811011And stay thou Nurse behinde the Abbey wall,

12821012My man shall come to thee, and bring along

12831013The cordes, made like a tackled staire,

12841014Which to the hightop-gallant of my ioy

E3 Must

12851015Must be my conduct in the secret night.

1285.11016Hold, take that for thy paines.

1285.21017Nur: No, not a penie truly.

1285.31018Rom: I say you shall not chuse.

1285.41019Nur: Well, to morrow morning she shall not faile.

1285.51020Rom: Farewell, be trustie, and Ile quite thy paine.Exit

1285.61021Nur: Peter, take my fanne, and goe before. Ex. omnes.