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| Nurse |
Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy |
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merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery? |
| Romeo |
A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, |
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and will speak more in a minute than he will stand |
| Nurse |
An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him |
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down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such |
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Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. |
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Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am |
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none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by |
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too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure? |
| Peter |
I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon |
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should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare |
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draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a |
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good quarrel, and the law on my side. |
| Nurse |
Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about |
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me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word: |
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and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you |
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out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: |
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but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into |
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a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross |
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kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman |
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is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double |
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with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered |
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to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. |
| Romeo |
Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I |
| Nurse |
Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much: |
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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; which, as |
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I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. |
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Some means to come to shrift this afternoon; |
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And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell |
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Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains. |
| Nurse |
No truly sir; not a penny. |
| Romeo |
Go to; I say you shall. |
| Nurse |
This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there. |
| Romeo |
And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall: |
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Within this hour my man shall be with thee |
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And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair; |
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Which to the high top-gallant of my joy |
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Must be my convoy in the secret night. |
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Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains: |
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Farewell; commend me to thy mistress. |
| Nurse |
Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir. |
| Romeo |
What say'st thou, my dear nurse? |
| Nurse |
Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say, |
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Two may keep counsel, putting one away? |
| Romeo |
I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel. |
| Nurse |
Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord, |
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Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing:--O, there |
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is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain |
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lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief |
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see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her |
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sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer |
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man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks |
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as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not |
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rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? |
| Romeo |
Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R. |
| Nurse |
Ah. mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for |
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the--No; I know it begins with some other |
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letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of |
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it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good |
| Romeo |
Commend me to thy lady. |
| Nurse |
Ay, a thousand times. |
| Nurse |
Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace. |
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