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! [To Romeo] Pray you, sir, Read more about Act 2, Scene 4: Popup Note Index Item: "quiver"
Nurse If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you. Benvolio She will indite him to some supper. Read more about popup_note_index_item 701
Nurse Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo? Romeo I can tell you, but young Romeo will be older when you have found him than he was when you sought him. I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse. Read more about popup_note_index_item 700
Nurse Out upon you! What a man are you? Romeo One, gentlewoman, that God hath made, for himself to mar. Nurse By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,' quoth a? Read more about popup_note_index_item 699
Nurse God ye good morrow, gentlemen. Mercutio God ye good e’en, fair gentlewoman. Nurse Is it good e’en? Mercutio 'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon. Read more about Act 2, Scene 4: Popup Note Index Item: "bawdy hand of the dial"
Benvolio Stop there, stop there! Mercutio Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair. Benvolio Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large. Mercutio O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short. For I was come to the whole depth of my tale and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer. [Enter the nurse and another servant, Peter. Both are wearing white, loose-fitting upper garments] Romeo Here's goodly gear! Read more about Act 2, Scene 4: Popup Note Index Item: "whole depth of my tale"
Mercutio Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? Now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo, now art thou what thou art by art as well as by nature; for this drivelling love is like a great natural that runs, lolling, up and down to hide his bauble in a hole. Benvolio Stop there, stop there! Mercutio Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair. Read more about Act 2, Scene 4: Popup Note Index Item: "stop in my tale, against the hair"
Benvolio Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, Hath sent a letter to his father's house. Mercutio A challenge, on my life. Benvolio Romeo will answer it. Mercutio Any man that can write may answer a letter. Benvolio Nay, he will answer the letter's master — how he dares, being dared. Mercutio Alas poor Romeo! He is already dead, stabbed with a white wench's black eye, run through the ear with a love-song, the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft — and is he a man to encounter Tybalt? Read more about popup_note_index_item 695
Friar Laurence If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine, Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline. And art thou changed? Pronounce this sentence then: Women may fall when there's no strength in men. Romeo Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline. Read more about popup_note_index_item 694
Friar Laurence Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? Young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine Hath washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! How much salt water thrown away in waste To season love that of it doth not taste. The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears — Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit Of an old tear that is not washed off yet. Read more about popup_note_index_item 693
