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't is gone.
And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs,
Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing.
Mer. True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being angered, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind you talk of, blows us from
ourselves : Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
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, closed 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.-A Hall in Capulet's House.
You are welcome, gentlemen!-Come, musicians,
play. A hall! a hall! give room, and foot it, girls.
[Music plays, and they dance. More light, ye knaves; and turn the tables up, And quench the fire, the room is grown too hotAh, sirrah, this unlooked-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?
By 'r lady, thirty years. Cap. What, man! 't is not so much, 't is not
so much : "T is since the nuptial of Lucentio, Come Pentecost as quickly as it will, Some five and twenty years; and then we masked. 2nd Cap. ”T is more, 't is more : his son is
elder, sir; His son is thirty. Сар.
Will you tell me that? His son was but a ward two years ago. Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich
the hand of yonder knight?
Serv. I know not, sir.
Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague:-
storm you so?
Musicians waiting. Enter Servants. 1st Serv. Where 's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher!
2nd Serv. When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands, and they unwashed too, 't is a foul thing.
1st Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cupboard, 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 ?
2nd Serv. Ay, boy; ready.
1st Serv. You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber.
2nd Serv. We cannot be here and there too. -Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer liver take all.
[They retire behind. Enter Capulet, fc., with the Guests and the
Maskers. Cap. Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have
their toes Unplagued with corns will have about with you:
Rom. Then move not while my prayer's effect
I take. Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.
[Kissing her. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they
have took. Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly
Jul. You kiss by the book.
Cap. Young Romeo is 't?
1st Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest : I'll not endure him.
Cap. He shall be endured. 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
Tyb. Why, uncle, 't is a shame.
Go to, go to,
what. You must contráry me! marry, 't is timeWell said, my hearts !—You are a princox; go: Be quiet, or -- More light, more light. For
shame!I'll make you quiet :-what!--Cheerly, my
hearts. Tyb. Patience perforce, with wilful choler
meeting, Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. [Exit. Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand
[To Juliet. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this — My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
too much, Which mannerly devotion shews in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do
hands do : They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to
despair. Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for
Rom. What is her mother?
Nurse, Marry, bachelor,
Rom. Is she a Capulet?
Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
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 (to 2nd Cap.), by my fay, it waxes
late; I'll to my rest. [Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse. Jul. Come hither, nurse: what is yon gen
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! Too early seen unknown, and known too late ! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathéd enemy.
Nurse. What's this; what's this?
Jul. A rhyme I learned even now Of one I danced withal.
[One calls within, “ Juliet.” Nurse. Anon, anon :Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.
Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie,
And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groaned for, and would die,
With tender Juliet matched, is now not fair. Now Romeo is beloved, and loves again,
Alike, bewitchéd by the charm of looks; But to his foe supposed 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 inuch in love, her means much less
To meet her new-belovéd anywhere: But passion lends them power, time means, to meet Tump'ring extremities with extreme sweet.
Stesz I.-- An open Place, adjoining Capulet's
Enter Romeo. 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.
Enter Benvolio and Mercurio. Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo !
Mer. He is wise; And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed. Ben. He ran this way, and leaped this orchard
wall: Call, good Mercutio.
Mer Nay, I'll conjure too.Romeo! humours! madman ! passion! lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh, Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied ; Cry but “Ah me!" couple but—love and dove; Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, One nickname for her purblind son and heir, Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid.
He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not: The
ape is dead, and I must conjure him.I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, That in thy likeness thou appear to us.
Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Mer. This cannot anger him; 't would anger
him To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Till she had laid it and conjured it down; That were some spite : my invocation Is fair and honest; and, in his mistress' name, I conjure only but to raise up him. Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among these
trees, To be consorted with the humorous night: Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.
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 maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.
Romeo, good night :-I'll to my
truckle-bed; This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep: Come, shall we go?
Ben. Go, then; for 't is in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found.
SCENE II.-CAPULET's Garden.
Enter Romeo. Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.
[Juliet appears above, at a window. soft! what light through yonder window
breaks ! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun !Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she : Be not her maid, since she is envious ; Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.It is my lady; 0, it is my
love: O, that she knew she were ! She speaks, yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it.I am too bold; 't is not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those
Jul. Ah me!
She speaks :-
Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
[Aside. Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy ;Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.
What's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Rom. I take thee at thy word:
in night, So stumblest on my counsel ?
Rom. By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee: Had I it written, I would tear the word. Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred
words 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; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With love's light wings did I o'erperch
these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out: And what love can do, that dares love attempt; Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, and I am proof against their enmity. Jul. I would not for the world they saw thee
here. Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from
And, but thou love me, let them find me here:
place? Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to in
quire : He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise. Jul. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my