Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torchbearers, and others. 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 hoodwinked with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crowkeeper; Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke After the prompter,-for our entrance: 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: Being but heavy, I will bear the light. Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you 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, And soar with them above a common bound. Rom. I am too sore empiercéd with his shaft, To soar with his light feathers; and so bound, I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: Under love's heavy burden do I sink. Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love : Too great oppression for a tender thing. Rom. Is love a tender thing ? it is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous; 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 Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels; If thou art dun, we 'll draw thee from the mire She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight : O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, Mer. True, I talk of dreans, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; Ben. This wind you talk of, blows us from ourselves: Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Rom. I fear, too early: for my mind misgives, Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels; and expire the term [Exeunt. SCENE V.-A Hall in CAPULET'S House. Musicians waiting. Enter Servants. 1st Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher! 2nd Serv. When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands, and they unwashed too, 't is a foul thing. 1st Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate:-good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.-Antony and Potpan! 2nd Serv. Ay, boy; ready. 1st Serv. You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber. 2nd 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 That I have worn a visor, and could tell You are welcome, gentlemen!-Come, musicians, play. A hall! a hall! give room, and foot it, girls. By 'r lady, thirty years. 1st Cap. What, man! 't is not so much, 't is not so much : 'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, Come Pentecost as quickly as it will, Some five and twenty years; and then we masked. 2nd Cap. "Tis more, 't is more: his son is elder, sir; His son is thirty. 1st Cap. Will you 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 Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague:- 1st Cap. Why, how now, kinsman; wherefore storm you so? Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; 1st Cap. Young Romeo is 't? Tyb. "T is he, that villain Romeo. 1st Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; He bears him like a portly gentleman; And, to say 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 house do him disparagement: Therefore be patient, take no note of him: It is my will; the which if thou respect, Shew a fair presence, and put off these frowns, An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest : I'll not endure him. Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shews in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do: They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. Jul. Go, ask his name :-if he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed. Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague; The only son of your great enemy. Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathéd enemy. Nurse. What's this; what's this? Jul. A rhyme I learned even now Of one I danced withal. Enter Chorus. Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groaned for, and would die, Alike, bewitchéd by the charm of looks; But to his foe supposed he must complain, And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks. Being held a foe, he may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; And she as much in love, her means much less To meet her new-belovéd anywhere: But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. [Exit. He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not: Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Mer. This cannot anger him; 't would anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be consorted with the humorous night: Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. |