And fleeps again. This is that very Mab,
That plaits the manes of horfes in the night,
And cakes the elf-locks in foul fluttish hairs,
Which, once entangled, much misfortune bodes.
This is the hag, when maids ly on their backs,
That preffes them, and learns them firft to bear,
Making them women of good carriage:
This is fhe-----

Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace;
Thou talkest of nothing.

Mer. True, I talk of dreams,

Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain phantafy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air,
And more unconftant than the wind; who wooes
Even now the frozen bofom of the north,
And, being angered, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping fouth.

Ben. This wind you talk of blows us from our-
Supper is done, and we shall come too late. [felves:
Rom. I fear too early; for my mind mifgives, I
Some confequence, yet hanging in the ftars,
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date

With this night's revels, and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast,
By fome vile forfeit of untimely death.
But he that hath the fteerage of my courfe,
Direct my fuit! On, lufty gentlemen.
Ben. Strike, drum.

[They march about the Stage, and exeunt.

SCENE changes to a Hall in Capulet's Houfe.
Euter Servants, with Napkins.

1 Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? he shift a trencher! he fcrape a trencher !

2 Serv. When good manners shall ly all in one or two mens' hands, and they unwafhed too, 'tis a foul thing.

Serv. Away with the joint-ftools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate: good thou, fave me a piece of march-pane; and as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Sufan Grindstone, and Nell. Antony, and Potpan

2 Serv. Ay, boy, ready.

1.Serv. You are looked for, called for, asked for, and fought for in the great chamber.

2 Serv. We cannot be here and there too; cheer ly, boys; be brifk a while, and the longer liver take all. [Exeunt. Enter all the Guefts and Ladies, with the Mafkers.

1 Cap. Welcome, Gentlemen. Ladies that have your feet

Unplagu

with corns, we'll have a bout with you. Ah me, my miftreffes, which of you all

Will now deny to dance? She that makes dainty, I'll fwear hath corns; am I come near you 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,

gone!

Such as would pleafe. 'Tis gone; 'tis gone; 'tis
[Mufic plays, and they dance..
More light, ye knaves, and turn the tables up;
And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
Ah, firrah, this unlooked-for sport comes well.
Nay, fit; nay, fit, good coufin Capulet,..
For you and I are past our dancing days ::
How long is't now fince last yourself and I
Were in a mask?

2 Cap. By'r lady, thirty years.

1 Cap. What, man! 'tis not fo much; 'tis not fo "Tis fince the nuptial of Lucentio,.

[much.

Come Pentecoft as quickly as it will,

Some five and twenty years, and then we masked. 2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more; his son is elder, Sir: His fon is thirty.

1 Cap. Will

you tell me that?

His fon was but a ward two years ago.

Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich the Of yonder knight?

Serv. I know not, Sir.

[hand

Rom. O fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright;
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear:
Beauty too rich for ufe, for earth too dear!
So fhews a fnowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows fhows.

The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And touching hers, make happy my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forfwear it, fight;
I never faw true beauty till this night.

Tyb. This by his voice fhould be a Montague.
Fetch me my rapier, boy: what! dares the flave
Come hither covered with an antic face,
To fleer and fcorn at our folemnity?
Now by the stock and honour of my kin,
To ftrike him dead I hold it not a fin.

Cap. Why, how now, kinfman, wherefore ftorm Tyb. Uncle, this is aMontague, our foe: [you fo? A villain, that is hither come in fpight,

To fcorn at our folemnity this night.
Cap. Young Romeo, is't?

Tyb. That villain Romeo.

Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; He bears him like a portly gentleman: And to fay truth, Verona brags of him To be a virtuous and well-governed youth. I would not for the wealth of all this town,

Here in my houfe, do him difparagement.
Therefore be patient, take no note of him;
It is my will, the which if thou refpect,
Shew a fair presence, and put off these frowns,
An ill-befeeming femblance for a feast.

Tyb. It fits when fuch a villain is a guest..
I'll not endure him...

Cap. He fhall be endured.

What, goodman boy---I fay, he fhall. Go to---
Am I the mafter here or you? go to

You'll not endure him! God fhall mend my foul,
You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
You will fet cock-a-hoop? you'll be the man?
Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a fhame.

Cap. Go to, go to,

You are a faucy boy---is't fo indeed ?---

This trick may chance to scathe you; I know what. You must contrary me! Marry, 'tis time... Well faid, my hearts: You are a princox, go÷Be quiet, or (more light, more light, for fhame) 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 intrufion fhall, Now feeming fweet, convert to bitter gall.

Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand. (12): [To Juliet.

(12) If I profane with my unworthy hand This holy fhrine, the gentle fin is this, My lips, two blufhing pilgrims, &c.] All profanations are fuppofed to be expiated either by fome meritorious action, or by fome penance undergone and punishment fubmitted to. So Romeo would here fay, if I have been profane in the rude touch of my hand, my lips ftand ready, as two blufhing pilgrims, to take off that offence, to atone for it by a fweet penance. Our Poet therefore must have wrote,

-the gentle fine is this. So in Two Gentlemen of Verona lucife My penance is to call Lucetta back,

And ask remiffion for my follies paft. Mr Warburton..

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This holy fhrine, the gentle fine is this; My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand,

To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,

Which mannerly devotion fhews in this; For faints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmer's kifs. Rom. Have not faints lips and holy palmers too? Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Rom. O then, dear faint, let lips do what hands do: They pray, (grant thou) left faith turn to despair. Jul. Saints do not move, yet grant for prayers' fake. Rom. Then move not, while my prayers' effect I

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take:

Thus from my lips, by thine, my fin is purged. [Kiffing her. ful. Then have my lips the fin that late they took. Rom. Sin from my lips! O trefpass sweetly urged! Give me my fin again.

Jul. You kifs by th' book.

Nurfe. Madam, your mother craves a word with

you.

Rom. What is her mother?
Nurfe. Marry, batchelor,

Her mother is the lady of the house,

[To her Nurfe.

And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.
I nurfed her daughter that you talked withal:
I tell you, he that can lay hold of her,

Shall have the chink.

Rom. Is fhe a Capulet?

O.dear account! my life is my foe's debt.

Ben. Away, be gone, the sport is at the best. Rom. Ay, fo I fear, the more is my unrest. Cap. Nay, Gentlemen, prepare not to be gone, We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.