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SCENE IV.-A Street.
Enter Romeo, MERCUTIO, Benvolio, with Five or
Six Maskers, Torch-Bearers, and others. Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our
Ben. The date is out of such prolixity :
Rom. Give me a torch,—I am not for this ambling;
dance. 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. You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft,
Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love :
Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks like thorn.
Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with love ; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.Give me a case to put my visage in:
[Putting on a mask. A visor for a visor --what care I,
What curious eye doth quote * deformities ?
Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no sooner in,
Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart,
I mean, sir, in delay
Rom. And we mean well in going to this mask;
Why, may one ask ?
And so did I,
That dreamers often lie Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things true.
Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with you, She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs, The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; Her traces of the smallest spider's web;
a Quote observe.
Her collars of the moonshine's watery beams;
Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace,
A A suit. A court solicitation was called a suit.
True, I talk of dreams,
Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
Ron. I fear, too early : for my mind misgives
[Exeunt. SCENE V.-A Hall in Capulet's House.
Musicians waiting. Enter Servants. 1 Serv. 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, 't is a foul thing.
1 Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove the courtcupboard, look to the plate :good thou, save me a piece of marchpane;a and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone, and Nell.--Antony! and Potpan!
2 Serv. Ay, boy; ready. * Marchpane-a kind of sweet cake or biscuit, sometimes called almon'l-cake. Our maccaroons are diminutive marchpanes.
1 Serv. You are looked for, and called for, asked for, and sought for, in the great chamber.
2 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, &c., with the Guests, and the Maskers. Cap. Welcome, gentlemen! ladies, that have their
toes Unplagued with corns, will have a bout with you :Ah ha, my mistresses ! which of you all Will now deny to dance ? she that makes dainty, she, I 'll swear, hath corns; Am I come near ye now? 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 ; 't is gone, 't is gone,
gone : 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 hot.Ah, sirrah, this unlooked-for sport comes well. Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin a 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 Сар.
By ’r lady, thirty years. I 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 mask'd.
2 Cap. T is more, 't is more : his son is elder, sir ; His son is thirty.
a Good cousin Capulet. The word cousin, in Shakspere, is applied to any collateral relation of whatever degree.