And an olde hare hore, and an olde hare hore 115 is verie good meate in Lent: But a hare thats hoare is too much for a score, if it hore ere it be spent. Youl come to your fathers to supper? _Rom_: I will. 120 _Mer_: Farewell ancient Ladie, farewell sweete Ladie. _Exeunt Benuolio, Mercutio._ _Nur_: Marry farewell. Pray what saucie merchant was this that was so full of his roperipe? _Rom_: A gentleman Nurse that loues to heare himselfe talke, and will speake more in an houre than hee will stand to in a month. 125 _Nur_: If he stand to anie thing against mee, Ile take him downe if he were lustier than he is: if I cannot take him downe, Ile finde them that shall: I am none of his flurtgills, I am none of his skaines mates. 130 _She turnes to Peter her man._ And thou like a knaue must stand by, and see euery Iacke vse me at his pleasure. _Pet_: I see no bodie vse you at his pleasure, if I had, I would soone haue drawen: you know my toole is as soone out as anothers if I see time and place. 135 _Nur_: Now afore God he hath so vext me, that euerie member about me quiuers: scuruie Iacke. But as I said, my Ladie bad me seeke ye out, and what shee bad me tell yee, that Ile keepe to my selfe: but if you should lead her into a fooles paradice as they saye, it were a verie grosse kinde of 140 behauiour as they say, for the Gentlewoman is yong. Now if you should deale doubly with her, it were verie weake dealing, and not to be offered to anie Gentlewoman. _Rom_: Nurse, commend me to thy Ladie, tell her I protest. 145 _Nur_: Good heart: yfaith Ile tell her so: oh she will be a ioyfull woman. _Rom_: Why, what wilt thou tell her? _Nur_: That you doo protest: which (as I take it) is a Gentlemanlike proffer. 150 _Rom_: Bid her get leaue to morrow morning To come to shrift to Frier _Laurence_ cell: And stay thou Nurse behinde the Abbey wall, My man shall come to thee, and bring along The cordes, made like a tackled staire, 155 Which to the high top-gallant of my ioy Must be my conduct in the secret night. Hold, take that for thy paines. _Nur_: No, not a penie truly. _Rom_: I say you shall not chuse. 160 _Nur_: Well, to morrow morning she shall not faile. _Rom_: Farewell, be trustie, and Ile quite thy paine. _Exit._ _Nur: Peter_, take my fanne, and goe before. _Ex. omnes._ [Sidenote: [SC. IX.]]