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PETER:
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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.
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Nurse:
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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.
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ROMEO:
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Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I
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protest unto thee--
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Nurse:
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Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much:
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Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.
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ROMEO:
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What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.
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Nurse:
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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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ROMEO:
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Bid her devise
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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.
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Nurse:
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No truly sir; not a penny.
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ROMEO:
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Go to; I say you shall.
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Nurse:
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This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.
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ROMEO:
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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.
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Nurse:
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Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.
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ROMEO:
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What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
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Nurse:
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Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,
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Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
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ROMEO:
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I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.
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NURSE:
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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?
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ROMEO:
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Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.
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Nurse:
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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
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to hear it.
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ROMEO:
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Commend me to thy lady.
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Nurse:
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Ay, a thousand times.
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Peter!
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PETER:
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