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From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's' So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies wheels:
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Now ere the sun advance his burning eye, Jesu Maria! what a deal of brine The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, Hath washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline ! I must fill up this osier cage of ours,.
How much salt water thrown away in waste, With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. To season love, that of it doth not taste ! The earth, that's natkre's mother, is her tomb; The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, What is her burying grave, that is her womb: Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears; And from her womb children of divers kind Lo, here upon thy cheek the slain doth sit We sucking on her natural bosom find;
of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet: Many for many virtues excellent,
Ire'er thou wast thysell, and these woes thine, None but for some, and yet all different.
Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline; 0, mickle is the powerful grace,” that lies And art thou chang'd? pronounce this sentence In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
thenFor nought so vile that on the earth doth live, Women may fall, when there's no strength in mnen. But to the earth some special good doth give; Rom. Thou chidd'st me ost for loving Rosaline. Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, Fri. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse : Rom. And bad'st me bury love. Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied ;
Not in a grare, And vice sometime's by action dignified.
To lay one in, another out to have. Within the infant rind of this small power
Ront. I pray thee, chide not; she, whom I love Poison has residence, and med'cine power:
now, For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; part;
The other did not so. Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
0, she knew well, Two such opposed foes encamp them still Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell. In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will; But come, young waverer, come go with me, And, where the worser is predominant,
In one respect I'll thy assistant be; Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. For this alliance may so happy prove, Enter Romeo.
To turn your households' rancour to pure love.
Rom. O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.” Rom. Good morrow, father!
Fri. Wisely, and slow; they stumble, that run Fri.
[Eren What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?Young son, it argues a distemper'd head,
SCENE IV-A street. Enter Benvolio ad
Mercutio. So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed : Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be! And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; Came he not home to-night? But where unbruised youth, with unstufi'd brain, Ben. Not to his father's ; I spoke with his man. Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign : Mer. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted weich, Therefore thy earliness doth me assure,
that Rosaline, Thou art up-rous'd by some distemp'rature; Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. Or is not so, then here I hit it righi
Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father ? no; Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a
he dares, being dared. Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead; I have been feasting with minc enemy;
stabbed with a while wench's black eye; shot the Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me, rough the car with a love-song; the very pin of his That's by me wounded; both our remedies heari cles with the blind bow-boy's buit-shaft;* Within thy help and holy physic lies:
And is he a man to encounter Tybalt? I bear no hatred, blessed man; lor, lo,
Ben. Why, what is Tybalt? Mv intercession likewise stcads my soe.
Ner. More than prince of cats, I can tell Foa. Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drist;0, he is the courageous captain of compliments
, Riddling confession finds tut riddling shrilt. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, disRom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love is ance, and proportion ; rests me his minim rest, one, set
two, únd the third in your bosom ; the very butcher On the sair daughter of rich Capulet:
of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gépileman As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine ;
of the very first house.—of the first and second And all combin'd, save what thou must conibine cause: Ah, the inmortal passado! the puuto reBy holy marriage: When, and where, and how, Perso! the has ! We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of yow, Ben. The what? I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
Nier. The po X of such antic, lisping, afeelin: That thou consent to marry us This day.
fantasticoes; these na tuners of accents! - Es Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is here!!esu, a very good blude !-a rery tal! men! Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, rery good where !-Why, is no! this a lamentable (1) The sun. (2) Virtue.
(4) Arrow. (5) See the story of Reynard the for. is) i. e. It is of the utmost consequence for me (6) By notes pricked down. to be hasty.
(7) Terms of the fencing-school.
thing, grandsire, that we should be thus amicted natural, that runs lolling up and down, to hide his with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these bauble in a hole. pardonnez-moys, who'stand so much on the new Ben. Stop there, stop there. form, that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against O, their bons, their bons !"
the hair. Enter Romeo.
Ben. Thou would'st else have made thy tale
large. Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. Mer. O, thou art deceived, I would have made
Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring:-0 it short: for 1 was come to the whole depth of my fesh, flesh, how art thou fishified !-Now is he for tale; and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura, to his no longer. lady, was but a kitchen-wench;-Marry, she had
Rom. Here's goodly geer! a better love to be-rhyme her: Dido, a dowdy ;
Enter Nurse and Peter. Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen and Hero, hildings and harlots; Thisbé, a grey eye or so, but not to the Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail ! purpose.—Signior Romeo, bon jour ! there's a
Ben. Two, two; a shirt, and a smock. French salutation to your French slop.2 You gave Nurse. Peter! us the counterfeit fairly last night.
Peter. Anon? Rom. Good-morrow to you both. What coun Nurse. My fan, Peter." terfeit did I give you ?
Mer. Pr’yihee, do, good Peter, to hide her face, Mer. The slip, sir, the slip ;• Can you not con- for her fan's the fairer of the two. ceive.
Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen. Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was Mer. God ye good den,'' fair gentlewoman. great; and, in such a case as mine, a man may Nurse. Is it good den? strain courtesy.
Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy hand Mer. That's as much as to say-such a case as of the dial is now upon the prick" of noon. yours constrains a man to bow in the hams.
Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you? Rom. Meaning—to court'sy.
Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God haih made Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it.
hinsels to mar. Rom. A most courteous exposition.
Nurse. By my troth, it is well said ;-For himMer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. self to mar, quoth'a ?-Gentlemen, can any of you Rom. Pink for flower.
tell me where I can find the young Romeo?
Rom. I can tell you ; but young Romeo will be
older when you have found him, than he was when thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the single for 'fault of a worse. sole of it is worn; the jest may remain, after the Nurse. You say well. wearing, solely singular. Rom."O single-soled' jest, solely singular for the i'faith ; wisely, wisely.
Mer. Yea, is the worst well? very well took, singleness! Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits dence with you.
Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confifail.
Ben. She will indite him to some supper. Rom. Switch and spurs, switch ard spurs; or Mer. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho! I'll cry a match.
Rom. What hast thou found? Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chace, Mer. No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten I have done ; for ihou hast more of the wild-goose pie, that is someining stale and hoar ere it be spent. in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: "Was I with you there for the goose?
An old hare hoar,'?
And an old hare hoar, when thou wast not there for the goose.
Is very good meal in lent :
Bul a hare that is hoar,
Is too much for a score,
When it hoars ere it be spent.
Romeo, will you come to your father's ? we'll to Rom. And is it not well served in to a sweet dinner thither. goose ?
Rom. I will follow you. Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel,' that stretches Mer. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, from an inch narrow to an ell broad!
Jadv, lady. 1: [Ere. Mer, and Ben. Rom. I stretch it out for that word-broad : Nurse. Marry, farewell !-I pray you, whatsaucy which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide merchant' was this, that was so full of his ropery ?is a broad goose.
Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves io hear Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning himself talk; and will speak more in a minute, for love ? now art thou sociable, now art ihou Ro- than he will stand to in a inonth. meo ; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as Nurse. An 'a speak any thing against me, I'll by nature : for this drivelling love is like a great take him down an 'a weré lustier than he is, and (1) In ridicule of Frencbified coscombs.
(9) It was the custom for servants to carry the (2) Trowsers or pantaloons, a French fashion in lady's fan. Shakspeare's time.
(10) Good even.
(13) The burden of an old song. (6) A horse-race in any direction the leader (14) A term of disrespect in coátradistinction to chooses to take.
twenty such Jacks ; and if I cannot, I'll find those! Rom. Commend me to thy lady,
(Exeunt. Pet. I saw no man use you at his pleasure; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out, 1 SCENE V.–Capulet's girde:1. Enter Juliet. warrant you: I dare draw as soon as another man,
Jul. The clock struck ninc, when I did send the if I sce occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on
nurse ; my side.
In half an hour'she promis'd to return. Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that Perchance, she cannot meet him: that's not so. every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave !---Pray O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts, you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, lady bade me inquire you out; what she bade me Driving back shadows over louring hills: say, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, Therefore do nimble-pinion'd dores draw love, if ye should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they Now is the sun upon the highmost hill say: for the gentlewoman is young; and therefore, or this day's journey; and froin nine till twelve il you should deal double with her, truly, it were Is three long hours,- yet she is not come. an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and Had she affections, and warm youthful blood, very weak dealing.
She'd be as swift in motion as a ball; Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mis- My words would bandy: her lo my sweet love, tress. I protest unto thee,
And his to me: Nurse. Good heart! and, i'faith, I will tell her Bui old folks, many feign as they were dead; as much: Lord, lord, she will be a joyful woman. Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.
Enter Nurse and Peter. Nurse. I will tell her, sir,—that you do protest; O God, she comes !_0 honey nurse, what news? which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. Hast thou met with himn? Send thy man away. Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to Niirse. Peter, stay at the gate. [Erit Peter. siirin
Ju. Now, good sweet nurse,-0 Tord! phy This afternoon;
look'st thou sad ? And there she shall at friar Laurence' cell Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily ; Be shriv'd, and married. Here is for thy pains. If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet news Nuse. No, truly, sir; not a penny.
By playing it to me with so sour a face. Ron. Go to; I say, you shall.
Nurse. I am weary, give me leave a while; Nurse. This afternoon, sir ? well, she shall be Fie, hou my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had! there.
Jud. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey
Nay, come, I pray thee, speak;-good, good nurse, Within this hour my man shall be with thee;
speak. And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair; Nurs. Jesu! What haste ? Can you not stay Which to the high top-pallant of my joy
a while ? Must be my convoy in the secret night.
Do you not see, that I am out of breath? Farewell! -Be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains. Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast Farewell !-Commend me to thy mistress.
breath Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thce !-Hark To say to me—that thou art out of breath ?
The excuse, that thou dost make in this delay, Rom. Ivhat say'st thou, my dear nurse ? Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. Vurse. Is your man secret ? Did you ne'er hear Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that; say
Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance: Two may kcep counsel, putting one away? Let me be satisfied, is'i good or bad ?
Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel. Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice;
Wurse. Well, sir ; iny mistress is the sweetest you know not how to choose a man: Romco! Do, lady-Lord, lord !--when 'twas a little prating not he; though his face be better than any man's, thing, --1,-lhere's a nobleman in town, one Paris, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a that would sain lay knise aboard; but she, goud foot, and a body,-though they be not to be talked soul, had as leave 'see a load, a very toad, as see on, yet they are past compare : He is not the fiener him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris of courtesy; -but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I lamb.--Go thy ways, wench; serve God.-Whale say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the varsal have you dined at home? world. Doth not rosemary and Romco begin both Juu. No, no: But all this did I know before; with a letter ?
What says he of our marriage? what of that?" Rom. Ay, nurse; What of that? both with an R. Nirse. Lord, how my head aches! what a head Virse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. R
have I! 15 for the dog. No ; I know it begins with some It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. other letter; and she hath the prettiest sententious My back o't'other side,-0, my back, my back! of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you Beshrew your heart, for sending me about, good to hear it.
To catch my death with jaunting up and down! (!) A mate or companion of one wearing a (1) Requite. skain; a short sword.
(5) Drive her, as a ball struck with a bandy; (2) Confession.
i. e. a bat or battledore. (3) The highest extremity of the mast of a ship. (6) Ill betide.
Jul. I'faith, I am sorry that thou art not well: Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my short work; love ?
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman, Till holy church incorporate two in one. (Exeunt, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And, I warrant, a virtuous:- Where is your mother?
Jul. Where is my mother ?—why, she is within ;
0, God's lady dear! SCENE I. -A public place. Enter Mercutio, Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow;
Benvolio, Page, and Servants.
Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
The day is hot, thc Capulets abroad,
Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that, Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' cell, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me There stays a husband to make you a wife :
his sword upon the table, and says, God send me Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
no need of thee! and, by the operation of the They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
second cup, draws it on the drawer, when, indeed, Hie you to church; I must another way,
there is no need. To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
Ben. Am I like such a fellow ? Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark :
Nier. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy I am the drudge, and toil in your delight;.
mood as any in Italy; and as soon moved to be But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
moody, and as soon moody to be moved. Go, I'll to dinner ; hie you to the cell.
Ben. And what to?
Mer. Nay, and there were two such, we should well.
|Thou! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath SCENE VI.-Friar Laurence's cell. Enter a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard than thou Friar Laurence and Romeo.
hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast
but such an eye, would spy
out such a quarrel ? Thy head is as full of quarrels, Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, as an egg is full of meat; and yei thy head hath It cannot countervail the exchange of joy been beaten as addle as an egy, for quarrelling. That one short minute gives me in her sight: Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in Then love-devouring death do what he dare.
the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that
hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out It is enough I may but call her mine. Fri. These violent delights have violent ends,
with a tailor (or wearing his new doublet before And in their triumph die ; like fire and powder,
Easter ? with another, for tying his new shocs with
old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarWhich, as they kiss, consume: The sweetest honey relling! Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite:
Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, Therefore, love moderately ; long love doth so;
any man should buy the see-simple of my life for
an hour and a quarter. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Mer. The fec-simple ? O simple !
Enter Tybalt, and others.
Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets. Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
Mer. By my heel, I care not. A lover may bestride the gossamers?
Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them. That idle in the wanton summer air,
Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you. And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
Mer. And but one word with one of us ? Couple Jud. Good even to my ghostly consessor. it with something; make it a word and a blow. Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us Tyb. You will find me apt enough to that, sir, both.
if you will give me occasion. Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too Mer. Could you not take some occasion without much.
giving ? Rom. Ah, Juliet, is the measure of thy joy Tyb. Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo,Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more Mer. Consort ? what, dost thou make us minTo blazon' it, then sweeten with thy breath strels ? an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue nothing but discords : here's my fiddlestick; here's Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both
that shall make you dance. . 'Zounds, consorti Receive in either by this dear encounter.
Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men ; Jul. Conceit,* more rich in matter than in words, Either withdraw into some private place, Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
Or reason coldly of your grievances, They are but beggars that can count their worth: Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. But my true love is gro;yn to such excess,
Mer. Men's' eyes were made to look, and let I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
(3) Paint, display, (4) Imagination.
* Nhe long while filament which dies in the air.
And in my temper sosten'd valour's steel. Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir ; here comes
Re-enter Benvolio. my man. Mer. But I'll be hang'd, sir, if he wear your Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead; livery :
That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds, Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower ; Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. Your worship, in that sense, may call him-man. Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth Tyb. Romco, the hate I bear thee, can afford
depend; No better term than this-Thou art a villain. This but begins the wo, others must end. Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Re-enter Tybalt, Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. To such a greeting :--Villain am I none;
Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Merculio slain! Therefore sareivell; I see, thou know'st me not. Away to heaven, respective lenity,
Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries And fire-ey'd sury be my conduct* now!That thou hast done me; therefore turn, and draw. Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
Rom. I do protest, I never injur'd thee; That late thou gav'st me; for Merculio's soul But love thee better than thou canst devise, Is but a little way above our heads, Till thou shalt koow the reason of my love : Staying for thine to keep him company; And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender
Either thou, or I, or boih, must go with himn. As dearly as mine own,-be satisfied.
Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
him here, Ala stoccata' carries it away.
(Draws. Shalt with him hence. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk ?
This shall determine that. Tub. ivhat would'st thou have with me?
[They fight; Tybalt falls. Mer. Good king of cats, nothing, but one of your Ben. Romeo, away, be gone! nine lives ; that l'mean to make bold withal, and, 'The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain: as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of Stand not amaz'd:-the prince will doom thee the cight. Will you pluck your sword out of his death, pilcherby the ears ? make häste, lest mine be about If thou art laken:-hence !-be gone !-away! your ears ere it be out,
Rom. 0! I am fortune's fool! Tyb. I am for you. [Drawing. Ben.
Why dost thou stay? Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
[Exit Romeo. Mer. Come, sir, your passado. [They fight. Rom. Draw, Benvolio;
Enter Citizens, fc. Beat down their weapons :-Gentlemen, for shame 1 Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio ? Forbear this outrage;- Tybalt-Mercutio Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he ? The prince expressly hath forbid this bandying Ben. There lies that Tybalt. In Verona streets :--Hold, Tybalt;-good Mercutio. 1 Cil.
Up, sir, go with me; (Exeunt' Tybalt and his Partizans. I charge thee in the prince's name, obey. Ner. I am hurt:A plague o'both the houses !-I am sped :
Enter Prince, altended; Montague, Capulet, their Is he gone, and hath nothing ?
wives, and others. Ben.
What, art thou hurt? Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? Ner. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all enough.
The unlucky manage of this fatal braw]: Where is my page ?-80, villain, fetch a surgeon.
There lies the man slain by young Romeo,
[Erii Page. That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin !-O my brother's Mer. No, 'lis not so deep as a well, nor so wide
child! as a church-door ; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spill'd for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave of my dear kinsman!-Prince, as thou art true, man. I am pepper'd, I warrant, for this world :- For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.A plague o'both your houses ?-Zounds, a dog, a O cousin, cousin ! rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did of arithmetic !-Why, the devil, came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink Rom. I thought all for the best.
How nice' the quarrel was, and urg'd withal Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio, Your high displeasure :-All this-uttered Or I shall faint-A plague o'both your houses ! With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly They have made worm's meat of me:
bow'd, I have it, and soundly too :-Your houses !
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point.
And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour Cold death aside, and with the other sends Hath been my kinsman:-0 sweet Juliet, It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity Thy beauty hath made me effeminate,
Retorts it: Romeo, he cries aloud, (1) The Italian term for a thrust or stab with a (3) Cool, considerate gentieness. rapier.
(4) Conduct for conductor. (5) Accompany. (2) Case or scabbard,
(6) Just and upright (7) Slight, unimportante