Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet; With Introd. & Notes Explanatory & Critical (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1881. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... ACT III. Scene I. -- Verona. A public Place. Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants. Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire: The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Mer. Thou 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 it on the drawer, when, 'indeed, there is no need. Ben. Am I like such a fellow? Mer. Come, come DEGREES_th aa art as hot a JackJn thy mood as_ j any in Italy; and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon i moody to be moved. Be?i. And what to? Mer. Nay, an there were two1 such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou why, thou wilt: quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in; his beard than thou hast: thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast j hazel eyes: what eye, but such an eyef would spy out such i a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrell'd with a man for cough 1 In the word two Mercutio plays on to, just used by Benvolio. ing in the street, because he hath waken*d thy dog that hath lain asleep in the 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? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee-simple2 of my life for an hour and a quarter. Mer. The fee-simple O simple Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets. DEGREESMer....