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Of all the days of the year, upon that day;
Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my halidom,
And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'
Lady Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.
Nurse. Yes, madam. Yet I cannot choose but laugh,
To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay': And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone; A perilous knock; and it cried bitterly: 'Yea,' quoth my husband,' fall'st upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou com'st to age;
Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.' Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, Say I.
Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd:
Lady Cap. Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme
I come to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of. Nurse. An honour! were not I thine only nurse, I would say thou had suck'd wisdom from thy
Lady Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
Are made already mothers: by my count,
Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man As all the world-why, he's a man of wax. Lady Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.
Lady Cap. What say you? can you love the gentleman?
This night you shall behold him at our feast; 80
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face
And see how one another lends content;
Nurse. No less! nay, bigger; women grow by
Lady Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. Enter a Servant.
Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.
Lady Cap. We follow thee. Juliet, the county stays.
Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. Exeunt. 106
SCENE IV.-The Same. A Street. Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and Others. Rom. What! shall this speech be spoke for
Or shall we on without apology?
Ben. The date is out of such prolixity: We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke After the prompter, for our entrance: But let them measure us by what they will, We'll measure them a measure, and be gone. 19 Rom. Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
Rom. Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
With nimble soles; I have a soul of lead
Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Too great oppression for a tender thing.
Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn. Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
Give me a case to put my visage in:
Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart,
Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
And so did I. 50
Mer. O! then I see Queen Mab hath been
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs;
O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight;
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees; O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream; Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted
Rom. I fear, too early; for my mind misgives Some consequence yet hanging in the stars Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels, and expire the term Of a despised life clos'd in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death. But he, that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen. Ben. Strike, drum.
SCENE V.-The Same. A Hall in CAPULET'S House.
Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen.
First Serv. Where 's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher!
Second Serv. When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands, and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.
First Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate. thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Antony! and Potpan!
Second Serv. Ay, boy; ready.
First Serv. You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber. Third Serv. We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all. They retire behind.
Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers. Cap. Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have
Unplagu'd with corns will have a bout with you.
I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear
Cap. Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?
Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;
'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone: He bears him like a portly gentleman; And, to say truth, Verona brags of him To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth. I would not for the wealth of all the town Here in my house do him disparagement; Therefore be patient, take no note of him: It is my will; the which if thou respect, Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest : I'll not endure him.
You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame. Cap. Go to, go to; You are a saucy boy.-Is 't so, indeed? This trick may chance to scathe you.-I know
Cap. He shall be endur'd: What goodman boy; I say he shall, go to; Am I the master here, or you? go to. You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Rom. O! then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect
Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purg'd. Kissing her. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd!
Give me my sin again. Jul. You kiss by the book. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
Rom. What is her mother?
I nurs'd her daughter that you talk'd withal;
I tell you he that can lay hold of her Shall have the chinks.
Is she a Capulet? O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. Ben. Away, be gone; the sport is at the best. Rom. Ay, so I fear; th more is my unrest. Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. Is it e'en so? Why then, I thank you all;
I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night. More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.
Ah! sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late;
Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse.
Jul. Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman ?
Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio.
Jul. What's he that follows there, that would not dance?
Nurse. I know not.
Jul. Go, ask his name.-If he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague; The only son of your great enemy.
Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate!
Nurse. What's this? what's this?
Of one I danc'd withal.
One calls within, 'JULIET.'
Now old desire doth in his death-bed lic,
And young affection gapes to be his heir: That fair for which love groan'd for and would die, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. Now Romeo is belov'd and loves again,
Alike bewitched by the charm of looks, But to his foe suppos'd he must complain,
And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: Being held a foe, he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; And she as much in love, her means much less To meet her new-beloved any where: But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
SCENE I.-Verona. A Lane by the wall of CAPULET'S Orchard.
Rom. Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it.
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO. Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo! Mer. He is wise; And, on my life, hath stol'n him home to bed. Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
Call, good Mercutio.
One nickname for her purblind son and heir,
And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
To be consorted with the humorous night:
Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not
Cry but Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and See! how she leans her cheek upon her hand:
Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name;
Rom. Aside. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak
Jul. "Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Jul. What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night
So stumblest on my counsel ?
50 I should have been more strange, I must con-
But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
Rom. Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb;
Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
Jul. If they do see thee they will murder
thee. Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine
Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
Rom. By love, that first did prompt me to inquire;
He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea,
Than twenty of their swords: look ou but
Jul. I would not for the world they saw thee
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from
And but thou love me, let them find me here: