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Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep,
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace;
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 wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, 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 our•
Rom. I fear, too early: for my mind misgives, 71.e. Fairy-locks, locks of hair clotted and tangled in the
Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars,
Ilall in Capulet's House.
Nusicians waiting. Enter Servants. 1 Serr. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? he shift a trencher ! he scrape a trencher !
2 Serv. When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands, and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.
i Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate :-good thou, save me a piece of marchpane;9 and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone, and Nell.–Antony! and Potpan!
2 Serv. Ay, boy ; ready.
1 Serv. You are looked for, and called for, asked for, and sought for, in the great chamber.
2 Serv. Wecannot be here and there too.--Cheerly, boys ; be brisk a while, and the longer liver take all.
[They retire behind. 8 A cupboard set in a corner like a beautet on which the plate was placed. 9 Almond-cake.
Ah ha, my
Enter CAPULET, fc. with the Guests and the
Maskers. Cap. Gentlemen, welcome! ladies, that have their
toes Unplagu'd with corns, will have a bout with
you: mistresses! which of you all Will now deny to dance ? she that makes dainty, she I'll swear, hath corns; Am I come near you now? You are welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day, That I have worn a visor; and could tell A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, 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.
[Musick plays, and they dance. More light, ye 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?
2 Cap. By’r lady, thirty years. i 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 maskid.
ii.e. Make room.
2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sir : His son is thirty. i Cap.
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.
Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop'sear: Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows, The measured done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make happy my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague:Fetch me my rapier, boy :- What! dares the slave Come hither, cover'd with an antick face, 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.
i Cap. Why, how now kinsman ? wherefore storm
you so ?
Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;
1 Cap. Young Romeo is't?
'Tis he, that villain Romeo..
i Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone,
Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest;
He shall be endur'd;
soulYou'll make a mutiny among my guests ! You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
Go to, go to,
Tyó. 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 biiter gall. [Exit.