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Enter ABRAM and BELTHASAR. Will they not hear?--what ho! you men, you Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I

beasts,will back thee.

That quench the fire of your pernicious rage Gre. How? turn thy back, and run ?

With purple fountains issuing from your veins, Sam. Fear me not.

On pain of torture, from those bloody bands Gre. No, marry : I fear thee !

Throw your mistemper'd* weapons to the Sam. Let us take the law of our sides ; let And hear the sentence of your moved prince.

ground, them bugun.

Gre. I will frown, as I pass by; and let them Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, take it as they list.

By thee, old Capulet and Montague, Sum. Nay, as they, dare. I will bite my And made Verona's ancient citizens

Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets; thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, if they bear it. Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir?

To wield old partizans, in hands as old, Sam. I do bite my thumb, Sir.

Canker'd with peace, to partyourcanker'd hate: Abr. Do you bite your thumb at

If ever you disturo our streets again,

Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say-ay?

Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.

For this time, all the rest depart away: Gre. No. Sam. No, Sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, And, Montague, come you this afternoon,

You, Capulet, shall go along with me; Sir; but I bite my thumb, Sir.

To know our further pleasure in this case, Gre. Do you quarrel, Sir? Abr. Quarrel, Sir ? no, Sir.

To old Free-town, our common judgement. Sum. If you do, Sir, I am for you ; 1 serve Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

place. as good a man as you. ? Abr. No better.

[Exeunt Prince, und Attendants; CAPULET, Sam. Well, Sir.


Enter BENVOLIO, at a Distance.

Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new

abroach ? Gre. Say-better; here comes one of my Speak, nephew, were you by when it begap ? master's kinsmen. Sam. Yes, better, Sir.

Ben. Here were the servants of your adver

sary, Abr. You Jie.

And yours, close fighting ere I did approach : Sam. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, re. I drew to part themi ; in the instant caine member thy swashiug blow. [They fight. The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar’d;

Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords; you which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, know not what you do. [Beuts down their Swords. Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scoro;

He swung about his head, and cut the winds, Enter Tybalt.

While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,

(part, Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these came more and more, and fought on part and heartless hinds ?

Till the prince came, who parted either part. Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. Lu. Mon. (), where is Romeo?—saw you him Ben. I do but keep the peace ; put up thy

to-day? sword,

Right glad I am, he was not at this fray. Or manage it to part these men with me. Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word,

Peer'dt forth the golden window of the east, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad; Have at thee, coward.

[They fight. Where,-underneath the grove of sycamore,

That westward rooteth from the city's side, Enter several Purtizans of both Houses, who join So early walking did I see your son : the Fray; then enter Citizens, with Clubs.

Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me, 1 Cit. Clubs,* bills, and partizans! strike! And stole into the covert of the wood : beat them down!

(tagues! I, measuring his affections by my own,Down with the Capulets! down with the Mon. That most are busied when they are most

alone, Enter Capulet, in his Gown; and LADY CAPULET.

Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his,

And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. Cap. What noise is this?-Give me my lung Mon. Many a morning hath he there been sword, ho!


[dew, La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch!-Why call you with tears augmenting the fresh morning's for a sword?

Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep Cup. My sword, I say !-Old Montague is But all so soon as the all-cheering sun (sighs : And flourishes his blade in spite of me. (come, Should in the furthest east begin to draw

Enter MONTAGUE, and LADY Montague. The shady curtains from Aurora's bed, Mon. Thou villain, Capulet,-Hold me not, And private in his chamber pens himself;

Away from light steals home my heavy son, Lu. Mon. Thou shalt put stir one foot to seek And makes himself an artificial night:

Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out, a foe,

Black and portentous must this buinour prove, Enter PRINCE, with Attendants. Unless good counsel may the cause remove. Prın. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,

Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,

cause ?

Mon. I peither know it, nor can learn of him. Clubs ! was the usual exclamation at an aftray in the murccts, as we now call Watch!

* Angry

† Appcarcu.


let me go


Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means? Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee! Mon. Both by myself, and many other

Ben. Groan? why, no; friends :

But sadly tell me, who. But he, his own affections' counsellor,

Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his ls to himself-I will not say, how trueBut to himself so secret and so close,

Ah, word ill urg'd to one that is so ill ! So far from sounding and discovery,

In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. As is the bud bit with an envious worm,

Ben. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,

lov'd. Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. [grow, Rom. A right good marksman !-And she's Could we but learn from whence his sorrows

fair I love. We would as willingly give cure, as know. Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest

hit, Enter Romeo, at a distance.

Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss: she'll not Ben. See, where he comes : So please you, With Cupid's arrow, she bath Dian's wit;

be hit step aside ; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.

And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, Mon. I would, thou wert so happy by thy From love's weak childish bow she lives úo

harm’d. stay, To hear true shrift,—Come, madam, let's away. She will not stay the siege of loving terms,

(Exeunt Montague, and LADY. Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold: Ben. Good morrow, cousin. Rom. Is the day so young ?

0, she is rich in beauty; only poor, {stort. Ben. But new struck nine.

That, when she dies, with beauty dies her Rom. Ah me! sad hours seein long.

Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still

live chaste? Was that my father that went hence so fast ? Ben. It was :—What sadness lengthens

Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes Romeo's hours?

huge waste; Rom. Not having that, which having, makes Cuts beauty off from all posterity.

For beauty, starv'd with her severity, them short. Ben. In love?

She is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair,

To merit bliss by making me despair : Rom. Out

She hath forsworn to love; and, in that vow, Ben. Of love? Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love. Do I live dead, that live to tell it now. Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,

Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

Rom. O, teach me how I should forget to

think. Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is mullled

Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Examine other beauties.

Rom. 'Tis the way Where shall we dine ?–6 me!-What fray To call hers, exquisite, in question more:

was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.

These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' Here's much to do with bate, but more with Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair;

brows, love :Why, then, () brawling love! O loving hate !

He, that is strucken blind, cannot forget O any thing, of nothing first create !

The precious treasure of his eyesight lost : O beavy lightness ! serious vanity!

Show me a mistress that is passing fair, Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming förmıs !

What doth her beauty serve, but as a note Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick Where I may read, who pass'd that passing

bealth ! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!

Farewell; thou canst not teach me to forget. This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in

debt, Dost thou not laugh?

(Exeunt. Ben. No, coz, rather weep.

SCENE II.-A Street.
Rom. Good beart, at what?
Ben. At thy good heart's oppression.

Enter Capulet, Paris, and SERVANT.
Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.- Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I,
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it press’d For men so old as we to keep the peace.
With more of thine: this love, that thou hast Par. Of honourable reckoningt are you both;

And pity 'tis, you liv'd at odds so long. Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit? Love is a smoke rais’d with the fume of sighs; Cap. But saying o'er what I have said beBeing purg'd, a fire sparkling in a lover's eyes;

fore : Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: My child is yet a stranger in the world, What is it esse? a madness most discreet, She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. Let two more summers wither in their pride, Farewell, my coz.

[Going. Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Ben. Soft, I will go along;

Par. Younger than she are happy mothers And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

made. Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early here;

made. This is not Romeo, he's some other where. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, Ben. Tell me in sadness, who she is you She is the hopeful lady of my earth: love.

* I. c. What end does it answer ? In seriousness

† Account, estimations



879 But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the My will to her consent is but a part;

lively Helena. An she agree, within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice.

A fair assembly; [Gives back the Note.)

Whither should they come? 'This night I hold an old accustoin'd feast,

Serv. Up. Whereto I have invited many a guest,

Rom. W bither? Such as I love; and you, among the store,

Sero. To supper; to our house. One more, most welcome, makes my number

Rom. Whose house?

Sero. My master's. At my poor house, look to behold this night

Rom. Indeed, I should have asked you that Earth-treading stars, that make dark heaven

before. light:

Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking: My Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel

master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be When well-apparell’d April on the heel not of the bouse of Montagues, I pray, come Of limping winter treads, even such delight

and crush a cup of wine.* Rest you merry! Among fresh female buds shall you this night Inberit* at my house ; hear all, all see,


Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's And like her most, whose merit most shall be: Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov’st; Such, amongst view of many, mine, being one, with all the admired beauties of Verona: May stand in number, though in reckoningt Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, Come, go with me;-Go, Sirrah, trudge about And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

Compare her face with some that I shall show, Through fair Veropa; find those persons out, Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye Whose names are written there, (Gives a Pa.

Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to per.) and to them say,

fires ! My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. And these,-who, often drown'd, could never

Įdie,[Exeunt CAPULET and Paris. Serv. Find them out, whose names are writ. One fairer than my love! th' all-seeing sun

Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! ten here? It is written-that the shoemaker Ne'er saw her match, since first the world beshould meddle with his yard, and the tailor

gun. with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and

Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, pone else bethe painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons, whose names are here writ, Herself pois dt with herself in either eye:

ing by, and can never find what names the writing But in those crystal scales, let there be person hath here wsit. I must to the learned:

weigh'd In good time.

Your lady's love against some other maid

That I will show you, shining at this feast, Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO,

And she shall scanti show well, that now Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's

shows best. burning,

Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;

shown, Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;

But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. One desperate grief cures with another's

(Exeunt. languish :

SCENE III.-A Room in Capulet's House. Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of th' old will die.

Enter Ludy CAPULET and Nurse. Rom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that.

Lu. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call Ben. For what, I pray thee?

her forth to me. Rom. For your broken shin.

Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead,-at twelve Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad?

year old,

[bird ! Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad. I bade her come.-What, lamb! what, ladyman is:

God forbid !-where's this girl?-what, Juliet! Shut пр. in prison, kept without my food,

Enter JULIET. Whipp'd, and tormented, and — Good-e'en, good fellow.

Jul. How now, who calls ? Serv. God gi' good e'en.-I pray, Sir, can

Nurse. Your mother.

Jul, Madam, I am here, Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.

What is your will ? Serv. Perhaps you have learn’d it without

La. Cap. This is the matter :-Nurse, give book:

leave awhile,

[again; But I pray, can you read any thing you see?

We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the lan-|I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our guage.

counsel, Sero. Ye say honestly; Rest you merry!

Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age. Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read. [Reads.

Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an

hour. Signior Martino, and his wife, and daughters; La. Cap. She's not fourteen. County Anselme, and his beauteous sisters; The Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and And yet, to my teens be it spoken, I have but his lovely nieces; Mercutio, and his brother Va

four,lentine; Mine uncle Cupulet, his wife, and daugh. She is not fourteen : How long is it now ters; My fair niece "Rosaline; Liria; Signior To Lammas-tide ? * To inherit, in the language of Shakspeare is to possess. * We still say in cant language-te crack a bottle. Estimation

+ Weighed. 1 Scarce, hardly $ To my sorrow

you read ?

I trow,

La. Cap. A fortnight, and odd days.

Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year,

man, Come Lammas-eve at night, shall she be four- As all the world—Why, he's a man of wax.. teen.

La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a Susan and she,-(od rest all Christian souls!

flower. Were of an age.-Well, Susan is with God; Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very She was too good for me : But, as I said,

flower. On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen; La. Cap. What say you? can you love the That shall she, marry ; I remember it well.

gentleman? "Tis since the earthquake now eleven years ; This night you shall behold him at our least : And she was wean'd,-I never shall forget Read o'er the volume of young Paris' lace, it,

And find deligbt writ there with beauty's pis; Of all the days of the year, upon that day: Examine every married lineament, For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, And see how one another lends content; Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall, And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies, My lord and you were then at Mantua :- Find written in the margin of his eyes. Nay, I do bear a brain :*_but, as I said, This precious book of love, this unbound lover, When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple To beautify him, only lacks a cover: Of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool ! The fish lives in the sea ;t and 'tis much pride, To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug. For fair without the fair within to hide : Shake, quoth the dove-house : 'twas no need, That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,

That in gold clasps locks in the golden story i To bid me trudge.

So shall you share all that he doth possess, And since that time it is eleven years : By having him, making yourself no less. For then she could stand alone; nay, by the Nurse. No less? nay, bigger; women grow rood,t

by men. She could have run and waddled all about. La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of PaFor even the day before, she broke her brow :

ris' love? And then my husband-God be with his soul ! Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move : 'A was a merry man ;-took up the child: But no more deep will I endart mine eye, Yeu, quoth he, dost thou fall upon thy face? Than your consent gives strength to make it fiy. Thou wilt fall backward, when thou hast more wit; Will thou not, Jule? and by my holy-dam,

Enter a SERVANT. Tbe pretty wretch left crying, and said-Ay: Serv. Madam, the guests are come, suppet To see now, how a jest shall come about ! I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and every

served up, you called, my young lady asked I never should forget it; Wilt thou not, Jule? | thing in extremity. I must hence to wait; I quoth he :

beseech you, follow straight. And, pretty fool, it stinted,ş and said-Ay.

La. Cap. We follow thee.-Juliet, the county La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold

stays. thy peace,

Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy Nurse. Yes, madam; Yet I cannot choose


(Excini. but laugh, To think it should leave crying, and say—Ay:

SCENE IV.-A Street. And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone; Enter Romeo, MERCUTIU, Benvolio, with fire A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly.

or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others. Yea, quoth my husband, fali'st upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward, when thou com'st to age;

Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for

our excuse ? Wilt thou not, Jule? it stinted, and said-dy. Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse,

Or shall

we on without apology ?

Ben. Thc date is out of such prolixity: 6 Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee We'll have no Cupid hood-wink'd with a scars, to his grace!

Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er i nursd: Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper ; An I might live to see thee married once,

Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke I have my wish.

After the prompter, for our entrance : La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very | We'll measure them a measure, and be gode.

But, let them mcasure us by what they will, theme I came to talk of:-Tell me, daughter Juliet,

Rom. Give me a torch,**-1 am not for this How stands your disposition to be married ?

ambling; Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of.

Being but heavy, I will bear the light. Nurse. An honour! were not I thine only

Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you

dance, nurse,

(teat. I'd say, thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy

Rom. Not I, believe me: you hare danciag La. Cap. Weil, think of marriage now; With nimble soles: I have a soal of lead,

shoes, younger than you, Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,

So stakes me to the ground, I cannot move. Are made already mothers: by iny count, I was your mother much upon these years

Well made, as if he had been modelled in wax. That you are now a maid. Thus then, in in the margin.

+ The comments on ancient books were always printed brief ;

$1. e. Is not yet caught, whose skin was wanted to bend The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.

$1.c. Long speeches are out of fashion.

A scare-crow, a figure made up to frighter crom. l.e. I have a perfect remembrance or recollection. The cross. Holy da me, 6. e. the blessed virgin. ** A torch-bearer was a constant appendage to every it stopped crying.

!| Favour.

troop of maskers

say I.

1 A dance.

Mer. You are a lover ; borrow Cupid's | O'er lawyers' fingers, who'straight dream on wings,

fees: And soar with them above a common bound. Q’er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream;

Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, To soar with his light feathers; and so bound, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted I cannot bound a pitch above dall woe:

are. Under love's heavy burden do I sink.

Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden And then dreams he of smelling out a suit: love;

And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's Too great oppression for a tender thing.

tail, Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Tickling a parson's nose as ’a lies asleep, Too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks liké Then dreams he of another benefice: thorn.

Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, with love;

[down. Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Prick love for pricking, and you beat love Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Give me a case to put my visage in:

Drums in his ear; at which he starts, and [Putting on a Mask. wakes ;

[two, A visor for a visor!--what care I,

And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or What curious eye doth quote* deformities? And sleeps again. This is that very Mab, Here are the beetle-brows, shall blush for me. That plats the manes of horses in the night;

Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no sooner And bakes the elf-lockst in foul sluggish hairs, But every man betake him to his legs. [in, Which, once untangled, much misfortune Rom. Å torch for me: let wantons, light of

bodes. heart,

This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, Tickle the senseless rushest with their heels; That presses them, and learns them first to For I am proverb'd with a grandsiré phrase,

bear, I'll be a candle-holder, and look on

Making them women of good carriage.
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. This, this is she-
Mer. Tut! dun's the mouse, the constable's Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace;
own word:

Thou talk'st of nothing.
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Mer. True, I talk of dreams;
Of this (sate reverence) love, wherein thon Which are the children of an idle brain,

Begot of nothing but vain fantasy
Up to the ears.-Come, we burn day-light, ho. Which is as thin of substance as the air;
Rom. Nay, that's not so.

And more inconstant than the wind, who
Mer. I mean, Sir, in delay
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
Take our good meaning; for our judgement sits And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
Five times in that, ere once in our five wits. Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.

Rom. And we mean well, in going to this Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from But 'tis no wit to go.


ourselves; Mer. Why, may one ask?

Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night.

Rom. I fear, too early: for my mind misgives, Mer. And so did I.

Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Rom. Well, what was yours?

Shall bitterly begin his fearful date Mer. That dreamers often lie.

With this night's revels; and expire the term Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream of a despised life, clos'd in my breast, things true.

By some vile forfeit of untimely death: Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been But He, that hath the steerage of my course, with you,

Direct my sail !--On, lusty gentlemen. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes Ben. Strike, drum.

(Exeunt. In shape no bigger than an agate-stone

SCENE V.-A Hall in CAPULET's Honse. On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies

Musicians waiting. Enter Servants. Athwart mev's noses as they lie asleep:

1 Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' to take away? he shift a trencher ! he scrape legs;

a trencher! The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; 2 Serv. When good manners shall lie all in The traces, of the smallest spider's web; one or two men's hands, and they unwashed The collars, of the moonshine's wat’ry beams : too, 'tis a foul thing. Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash of film: 1 Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove Her waggoner, a small grey-coated goat, the court-cupboard, look to the plate :-good Not half so big as a round little worm

thou, save me a piece of marchpane ;g and, as Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut,

Grindstone, and Nell.–Antony! and Potpan! Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, 2 Serv. Ay, boy; ready. Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. I Serv. You are looked for, and called for, And in this state she gallops might by night asked for, and sought for, in the great chamber. Through lovers' brains, and then they dream 2 Serv. We cannot be here and there too. of love:

(straight: Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies liver take all.

[They retire behind.


* Observe, + It was anciently the custom to strew rooms with rushes.

1 This is equivalent to phrases in common use.--I am done for, it is over with me.


* A place in court.

t1.e Fairy-locks, locks of hair clotted and tangled in the night.

t A cupboard set in a corner like a beaufet on which the plate was placed


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