_Mercutio._ Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, [_singing_] 'lady, lady, lady!' [_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio._ _Nurse._ Marry, farewell!--I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery? _Romeo._ A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. _Nurse._ An a' speak anything against me, I'll take him down an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such 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.--And thou must stand by too, 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. _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 you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself; but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her in a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behavior, as they say; for the gentlewoman is young, and, therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. _Romeo._ Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee-- _Nurse._ Good heart, and, in faith, I will tell her as much. Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman! _Romeo._ What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me. _Nurse._ I will tell her, sir, that you do protest, which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. _Romeo._ Bid her devise some means to come to shrift this afternoon; and there she shall at Friar Laurence's cell be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains. _Nurse._ No, truly, sir, not a penny. _Romeo._ Go to; I say you shall. _Nurse._ This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.
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