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I came to talk of:—Tell me, daughter Juliet,
w *Well made, as if he had been modelled in wax. 5 The comments on ancient books were always printed in the margin. “ i. e. Is not yet caught, whose skin was wanted to bind him.
That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
Enter a Servant.
Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity, I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight. La. Cap. We follow thee.—Juliet, the county stays. Nurse., Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. [Ereunt.”
Enter RomEo, MERCUTIo, BEN vol.Io, with five or sir Maskers, Torch-Bearers, and Others.
Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse 2 Or shall we on without apology 2 Ben. The date is out of such prolixity:7 We'll have no Cupid hood-wink'd with a scarf,
7 i. e. Long speeches are out of fashion.
Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
* A scare-crow, a figure made up to frighten crows. 9 A dance. * A torch-bearer was a constant appendage to every troop of maskers.
Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no sooner
But every man betake him to his legs.
Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, Tickle the senseless rushes 3 with their heels; For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase, I'll be a candle-holder, and look on,The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.*
Mer. Tut! dun's the mouse, the constable's own
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
Rom. Nay, that's not so.
Mer. I mean, sir, in delay We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Take our good meaning; for our judgment sits
Five times in that, ere once in our five wits.
Rom. And we mean well, in going to this mask ; But 'tis no wit to go.
Mer. Why, may one ask?
Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night.
Mer. And so did I.
Rom. Well, what was yours ?
Mer. That dreamers often lie.
2. Observe. 3. It was anciently the custom to strew rooms with rushes. * This is equivalent to phrases in common use—I am dome for,
it is over with me,
Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things true. Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with f 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 5 Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep: Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grashoppers; The traces, of the smallest spider'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 Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, w Made by the joiner 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 courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream ; Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweet-meats tainted are. Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit:% And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tail,
5 Atoms. * A place in court, VO L. N. D