Farewell, ancient lady. Farewell,
[sings] lady, lady, lady.
Exeunt Mercutio, Benvolio.
Nurse. Marry, farewell! I Pray you, Sir, what saucy merchant
was
this that was so full of his ropery?
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 anything 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
flirt-gills; I am none of his skains-mates. And thou must
stand
by too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure!
Peter. 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, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the
law
on my side.
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 bid me enquire you out. What she bid 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 off'red to any gentlewoman, and very weak
dealing.
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