Iu: You kisse by the booke.
Nurse: Madame your mother calles.
Rom: What is her mother?
Nurse: Marrie Batcheler her mother is the Ladie of the 90
house, and a good Lady, and a wise, and a vertuous. I nurst
her daughter that you talkt withall, I tell you, he that can
lay hold of her shall haue the chinkes.
Rom: Is she a Mountague? Oh deare account,
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Ca: Nay gentlemen prepare not to be gone,
We haue a trifling foolish banquet towards.
They whisper in his eare.
I pray you let me intreat you. Is it so?
Well then I thanke you honest Gentlemen,
I promise you but for your company, 100
I would haue bin a bed an houre agoe:
Light to my chamber hoe. Exeunt.
Iul: Nurse, what is yonder Gentleman?
Nur: The sonne and heire of old Tiberio.