ACT III.
ROMEO AND JULIET.
SCENE 1.
Is loathsoiuf ill his own dfliciousness, Ami in tlie lastc ct)iik)un(ls the ;ip|)ftitc : Therefore, love moderately; lon^ love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Enter Julikt.
Hcie comes tlie lady. — O! so liilht a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: A lover may ln-stride thi' ijossamers That idle in the wanton siinnner air, And yet not fall ; so liijht is vanity.
Jul. (Jood even to my ghostly confessor.
Fri. Romeo shall tllank thee, daughter, for us both.
Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too umch.
Rom. Ah, Juliet ! if the measure of thy joy Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue Unfold the imagin'd happiness, that both Receive in either by this dear encounter.
Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament : They are but beggars that can count their worth ; But my true love is grown to such excess, I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.
Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make short work ; For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Till holy church incorporate two in one.
[Exeunt.
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ScEXE I. — A Public Place. Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants.
Ben. T jiray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire : The day is hot, the Capulets abroad. And if we meet we shall not 'scape a brawl ; P'or now, these hot days, is the mad blood stining.
Mrr. Tiiou art like one of those fellows that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says, " God send me no need of thee !" and, by the operation of the second cup, draws him on the drawer, when, in- deed, there is no need.
Ben. Am I like such a fellow?
Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood, as any in Italy ; and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.
Bfn. And what to .'
Mer. Nay, and there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! wliy tliou wilt (|uarnl with a man thai hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast. Thou wilt ((uarrel with a man for cracking nuLs, having no other reason, but because tliou hast haze! eyes : what eye, but such an eye, would spy out such a (piarrel .' Thy head is as fidl of quar- n-ls, as an egg is full of meat ; and yet thy head hath l)een beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, beciiuse he liath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep iti tlie sun. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter ? with another, for tying his new shoes with old riband 1 and yet thou wilt tutor me from quar- relling I
Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, 30
any man should buy the fee-simple of iny life for an hour and a quarter.
Mer. The fee-siiuple ? O simple !
Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets.
Enter Tybalt, and others.
Mer. By my heel, I care not.
Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them. — Gentlemen, good den ! a word with one of you.
Mer. And but one word with one of us ? Couple it with something ; make it a word and a blow.
7')//>. You will find me apt enough to that, sir, if you will give me occasion.
Mer. Could you not take some occasion without giving ?
T>/b. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo. —
Mer. Consort ! w hat ! dost thou make us min- strels ? an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords : here's luy fiddlestick ; here's that shall make you dance. 'Zounds, consort !
Brn. We talk here in the jniblic haunt of men : Either withdraw unto some private place, Or reason coldly of your grievances, Or else depart ; here all eyes gaze on us.
Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze : I will not biulge for no man's pleasure, I.
Enter Romeo.
Tijb. Well, peace be with you, sir. Here comes
my man. Mer. But I'll be hang'd, sir, if he wear your lively : Marrj', go before to field, he'll be your follower ; Your worship, in that sense, may call him — man.
