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La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move.
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.
Ben. The date is out of such prolixity.
Rom. Give me a torch, I am not for this ambling.
# In the common editions here follows a ridiculous speech, which is entirely added fince the first.
I beseech you follow.
Rom. Not I, believe me ; you have dancing shoes
Mer. Give me a cafe to put my visage in,
Rom. A torch for me. Let wantons, light of heart,
Mer. And so did I.
and look on,
Mer. Tut, dun's the moufe, the constable's own word;
Rom. Nay, that's not so.
Mer. I mean, Sir, we delay.
Rom. And we mean well in going to this mask;
Mer. Why, may one ask?
' Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners legs;
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.
" 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;
Mer. True, I talk of dreams;
Ben. This wind you talk of blows us from our selves;
Rom. I fear too early; for my mind misgives
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,
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.
Enter all the guests and ladies to the maskers. .
we'll have a bout with you.
[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.