But let them measure us by what they will; Rom. Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling; Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. Mer. You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with love; A visor for a visor! what care I What curious eyes doth quote deformities? Ben. Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in, But every man betake him to his legs. Rom. A torch for me: let wantons light of heart Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase; The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. Mer. Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word. Mer. Rom. And we mean well in going to this mask; Mer. Rom. Well, what was yours? 10 20 20 30 41 And so did I. 50 That dreamers often lie. Rom. In bed asleep, while they do dream things true. Mer. O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, 60 The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's watery beams, Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; This is she Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams, 70 80 90 And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; With this night's revels and expire the term SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house. 110 [Exeunt. Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen, with napkins. First Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher! Sec. 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 courtcupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Antony, and Potpan! Sec. Serv. Ay, boy, ready. 11 First Serv. You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber. Sec. Sero. We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all. Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers. Cap. Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, 20 Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone: You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play. A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls. 30 [Music plays, and they dance. More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up, And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet; For you and I are past our dancing days: How long is't now since last yourself and I Were in a mask? Sec. Cap. By'r lady, thirty years. Cap. What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much: "Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, Come pentecost as quickly as it will, Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd. Sec. Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sir; 40 His son is thirty. Cap. Will you tell me that? His son was but a ward two years ago. Rom. [To a Servingman] What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight? Serv. I know not, sir. Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague. To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. Cap. Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so? Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, A villain that is hither come in spite, To scorn at our solemnity this night. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. Tyb. He bears him like a portly gentleman; Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest: What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to; You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul! You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what: Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go: Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting [Exit. Rom. [To Juliet] If I profane with my unworthiest hand My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? 100 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 I take Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again. Jul You kiss by the book. 110 |