_Mer._ Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, [_singing_] 'lady,[634] lady, lady.' [_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio._[635] 135 _Nurse._ Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy[636] merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?[637] _Rom._ A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself[638] talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.[639] 140 _Nurse._ An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take[640] him down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such[641] Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am none of his skains-mates.[642] [_Turning to Peter_] And thou must stand by too,[643] 145 and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure? _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. 150 _Nurse._ Now, afore God, I am so vexed that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire[644] you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: but[644] first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into a fool's paradise,[645] 155 as they say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say: for the gentlewoman is young, and therefore, if[646] you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak[647] dealing. 160 _Rom._ Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress.[648] I protest unto thee--[649] _Nurse._ Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much: Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman. _Rom._ What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not 165 mark me.[650] _Nurse._ I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.[651] _Rom._ Bid her devise[652] Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;[652] 170 And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell[653] Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains. _Nurse._ No, truly, sir; not a penny. _Rom._ Go to; I say you shall. _Nurse._ This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there. 175 _Rom._ And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey-wall:[654] Within this hour my man shall be with thee, And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;[655] Which to the high top-gallant of my joy Must be my convoy in the secret night. 180 Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains:[656] Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.[657]