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Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to dinner thither.
Rom. I will follow you.
[Exeunt Mercurio and Benvolio. Nurse. Marry, farewell !—I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?3
Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk; and will speak more in a minute, than he 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 flirtgills; I am none of his skains-inates:--- And thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?
Pet. I saw no man use you at his pleasure; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare draw as soon as another man,
lady, lady, ludy.) The burthen of an old song.
what saucy merchant was this, &c.] The term merchant which was, and even now is, frequently applied to the lowest sort of dealers, seems anciently to have been used on these familiar occasions in contradistinction to gentleman; signifying that the person showed by his behaviour he was a low fellow. The term chap, i. e. chupman, a word of the same import with merchant in its less respectable sense, is still in common use among the vulgar, as a general denomination for any person of whom they mean to speak with freedom or disrespect.
of his ropery?] Ropery was anciently used in the same sense as roguery is now.
none of his skains-mates.] A skein or skain was either a knife or a short dagger. By skains-mates the Nurse means none of his loose companions who frequent the fencing-school with him, where we may suppose the exercise of this weapon was taught.
if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on
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 into a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, 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.
Rom. 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.
Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.
Nurse. I will tell her, sir,—that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to shrift
Nurse. No, truly, sir; not a penny.
Nurse. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.
Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey-wall: Within this hour my man shall be with thee; And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair:5 Which to the high top-gallant of my joyo
like a tackled stair ;] Like stairs of rope in the tackle of a ship.
top-gallant of my joy - The top-gallant is the highest extremity of the mast of a ship. VOL. X.
Must be my convoy in the secret night.
Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee!-Hark
Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel.
Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady-Lord, lord!—when 'twas a little prating thing,–0,—there's 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 varsal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?
Rom. Ay, nurse; What of that? both with an R.
Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. R. is for the dog. 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.
Rom. Commend me to thy lady. [Exit.
Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the
nurse; In half an hour she promis’d to return. Perchance, she cannot meet him:—that's not so. O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, Driving back shadows over lowring hills: Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. Now is the sun upon the highmost hill of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve Is three long hours,—yet she is not come. Had she affections, and warm youthful blood, She'd be as swift in motion as a ball; My words would bandy her to my sweet love, And his to me: But old folks, many feign as they were dead; Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale' as lead.
Enter Nurse and PETER. O God, she comes !–0 honey nurse, what news? Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. [Exit Peter. Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,-0 lord! why
look'st thou sad? Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; If good, thou sham'st the musick of sweet news By playing it to me with so sour a face.
Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave a while;Fye, how my bones ache! What ajaunt have I had!
Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: Nay, come,
I pray thee, speak;—good, good nurse,
speak. Nurse. Jesu, What haste? can you not stay
awhile ? Do you not see, that I am out of breath? Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast
Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; 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?
Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before; What says he of our marriage? what of that? Nurse. Lord, how my head akes! what a head
have I? It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces, My back o' t' other side,-0, my back, my back ! Beshrew your heart, for sending me about, To catch my death with jaunting up and down!
Jul. I'faith, I am sorry that thou art not well: Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my
love? Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And, I warrant, a virtuous :- Where is your mother?