Mercutio egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarreling. Thou hast Read more about popup_note_index_item 712
Romeo Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heaped like mine and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbor air, and let rich music's tongue Unfold the imagined happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter. Read more about popup_note_index_item 711
Friar Laurence These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately: Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Read more about popup_note_index_item 710
Friar Laurence These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately: Long love doth so. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Read more about popup_note_index_item 709
Nurse Hie you to church; I must another way, To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark. I am the drudge and toil in your delight, But you shall bear the burden soon at night. Go; I'll to dinner. Hie you to the cell. Read more about popup_note_index_item 708
Nurse Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell; There stays a husband to make you a wife. Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. Hie you to church; I must another way, To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark. Read more about popup_note_index_item 707
[In front of the Capulet house. Enter Juliet] Juliet The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse; In half an hour she promised 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 louring hills. Therefore do nimble-pinioned 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. Read more about popup_note_index_item 706
Nurse Doth not 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 the — 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. Romeo Commend me to thy lady. Read more about popup_note_index_item 705
Nurse Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady. Lord, Lord, when 'twas a little prating thing — O there is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief 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 versal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? Read more about popup_note_index_item 704
Romeo What sayest thou, my dear nurse? Nurse Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say, 'Two may keep counsel, putting one away'? Romeo Warrant thee, my man's as true as steel. Read more about popup_note_index_item 703