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La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
Nurse. Nay he's a flower, in faith a very flower. #
La. 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 ingage mine eye,
Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

Enter a Servant. Ser. Madam, the guests are come, supper servid up, you callid, my young lady ask'd for, the nurse curst in the pantry, and every thing in extremity; I must hence to wait, I beseech you follow.*

[Exeunt. S CE N E V.

Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or fix

other maskers, torch-bearers.
Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
Or shall we on without apology?

Ben. The date is out of such prolixity.
We'll have no Cupid hood-wink'd with a scarf,
Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper.
† Nor a without-book prologue faintly spoke
After the prompter, for our eaterance.
But let them measure us by what they will,
We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.

Rom. Give me a torch, I am not for this ambling.
Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.

# In the common editions here follows a ridiculous speech, which is entirely added fince the first.

I beseech you follow.
La. Cap. We follow thee. Juliet, the county stays.
Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
+ The two following lines are inserted from the first edition.
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Rom. Not I, believe me ; you have dancing shoes
With nimble soles, I have a soul of lead,
So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. +

Mer. Give me a cafe to put my visage in,
A visor for a visor; what care I
What curious eye doth quote deformities,
Here are the beetle-brows shall blush for me.

Rom. A torch for me. Let wantons, light of heart,
Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels;
For I am proverbid with a grand-fire phrase;
I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
I dreamt a dream to-night.

Mer. And so did I.
Rom. Well; what was yours?
Mer. That dreamers often lie.
Rom. In bed asleep; while they do dream things true.
Mer. 'O then I see queen Mab bath been with you.
• She is the fairies mid-wife, and she comes
• In shape no bigger than an agat-stone
• On the fore-finger of an alderman,
< Drawn with a team of little atomies,
Athwart mens noses as they lye asleep:
+ Other lines follow here which are not to be found in the firft edition.

and look on,
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.

Mer. Tut, dun's the moufe, the constable's own word;
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire ;
Or, save your reverence, love, wherein thơu ftickelt
Up to the ears: come, we burn day-light, ho.

Rom. Nay, that's not so.

Mer. I mean, Sir, we delay.
We burn our lights by night, like lamps by day. (ed. 1.]
Take our good meaning, for our judgment fits
Five times a day, ere once in her right wits. (ed. 1]

Rom. And we mean well in going to this mask;
But 'tis no wit to go.


Mer. Why, may one ask?
Rom. I dreamt á dream, &c.

r Her


' Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners legs;
· The cover, of the wings of grashoppers;
· The traces, of the smalleft fpider's web;
. The collars, of the moonshine's watry beams;

Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film,; « Her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat, « Not half so big as a round little worm, « Pricke from the lazy finger of a maid. « Her chariot is an empty hazel-out, « Made by the joyner squirrel or old grub, < Time out of mind the fairies coach-makers : · And in this state she gallops night by night, · Through lovers brains, and then they dream of love: . On courriers knees, that dream on curtsies strait : O’er lawyers fingers, who strait dream on fees : • O'er ladies lips, who ftrait on kisses dream, " Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, " Because their breaths with sweet-meats tainted are. • Sometimes she gallops o'er a 'lawyer's nose, · And then dreams he of smelling out a suit: · And sometimes comes she with a tith-pig's tail, • Tickling a parson as he lies asleep; " Then dreams he of another benefice. "Sometimes she driveth o’er a soldier's neck, • And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, • Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, • Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon • Drums in his ears, at which he starts and wakes,

And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, • And Neeps again. This is that very Mab " That plats the manes of horses in the night,

And 8 cakes the elf-locks in foul fluttish hairs, • Which once ** untangled, much misfortune bades.


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" This is the hag, when maids lye on their backs, · That presses them, and learns them first to bear,

Making them women of good carriage: (This is she -

Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutip, 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 phantasie,
Which is as thin of substance as the air,
And more unconstant than the wind; who wooes
Ev’n 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 selves;
Supper is done, and we shall come too late.

Rom. I fear too early; for my mind misgives
Some consequence, still 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 char hath the steerage of my course,


suit! On, lusty gentlemen. Ben. Strike, drum. They march about the stage, and Servants come forth

with their napkins. 1 Ser. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? he shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher!

2 Ser. When good manners shall lye all in one or two mens hands, and they unwash'd too, 'cis a foul thing. Ser. Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cup-board,

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look to the plate: good thou, save me a peice of march-pane; and as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindtone, and Nell, Anthony, and Potpan.

2 Ser. Ay, boy, ready.

I Ser. You are look'd for, callid for, ask'd for, and sought for, in the great chamber.

2 Ser. We cannot be here and there too; chearly boys; be brisk a while, and the longer liver take all.

[Exeunt. S CE N E VI.


Pris gone;

Enter all the guests and ladies to the maskers. .
1 Cap. Welcome gentlemen. Ladies that have your feet
Unplagu'd with corns,

we'll have a bout with you.
Ah me, my mistresses, which of you all
Will now deny to dance ? she that makes dainty
I'll swear hath corns; am I come near ye now?
Welcome all gentlemen, I've seen the day
That I have worn a visor, and could tell
A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
Šuch as would please: 'tis gone;

'cis gone!

[Musick plays, and they dance. More light ye knaves, and turn the tables up; And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. Ab, Sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well. Nay fit, nay fit, good cousin Capulet, For you and I are past our dancing days: How long is't now since last your self and I Were in a mask ?

2 Cap. By'r lady, thirty years.

1 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 i will walk about with you.

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