Of a despised life clos'd in my breast, Ben. Strike, drum. [They march about the stage, and exeunt.. SCENE VI. Changes to a hall in Capulet's houfe Enter Servants, with napkins. 66 1.Ser, "Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away; he shift a trencher! he fcrape a trencher ! 2 Ser." When good manners fhall lie all in one or "two mens' hands, and they unwash'd too, 'tis a foul thing.. I Ser." Away with the joint ftools, remove the "court-cup-board, look to the plate: good thou, fave. "me a piece of march-pane; and as thou lov'st me, "let the porter let in Sufan Grindstone, and Nell,"Antony, and Potpan 2 Ser." Ay, boy, ready. 1 Ser. "You are look'd for, call'd for, afk'd for, and! "fought for, in the great chamber. 2 Ser." We cannot be here and there too; cheerly, "boys; be brisk a while, and the longer liver take all." [Exeunt. SCENE VII.' Enter all the Guests and Ladies, with the maskers: 1 Cap. Welcome, Gentlemen. Ladies, that have: your feet Unplagu'd with corns, we'll have a bout with you! Will now deny to dance? the that makes dainty, Such as would please: 'tis gone; tis gone; 'tis gone! [Mufic plays, and they dance.. More light, ye knaves, and turn the tables up; And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.. fujt, for course, way; not love-fuit B.. Ah firrah, this uulook'd-for sport co nes well. 2 Cap. By'r lady, thirty years. 1 Cap What, man! 'is not fo much, 'tis not fo 'Tis fince the nuptial of Lucentio, Come Pentecolt as quickly as it will, [much; Some five and twenty years, and then we mask’d. 1 Cap. Will you tell me that? His fon was but a ward two years ago. Rom. What lady's that which doth inrich the hand Of yonder knight? Ser. Fknow not, Sir. Rom. O, fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright; "Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night, "Like a rich jewel in an Æthiop's ear: The measure done, I'll watch her place of ftand, Tyb. This by his voice should be a Montague. To fleer and fcorn at our folemnity? Now, by the Rock and honour of my kin, To ftrike him dead I hold it not a fin. Cap. Why, how now, kinfman, wherefore ftorm you fo? Tyb. Uncle, This is a Montague, our foe: A villain that is hither come in ipight, 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 hin, Tyb. It fits, when fuch a villain is a guest. Cap. "He thall be endur'd * Be quiet, or (more tight, more light, for fhame), I'll make you quiet. What? checrly, my hearts." Tyb Patience perforce, with wilful choler meeting, Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw; but this intrusion fhall, Now feeming fweet, convert to bitter gall. Rom. If i profane with my unworthy hand [To Juliet. This holy fhrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blufhing pilgrims, ready fland, 10 fmooth that rough touch with a tender kifs. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too Which mannerly devotion fhews in this; [much, For faints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kifs. Rom. Have not faints lips, and holy palmers too? Cap.." "He fall be endur'd. "What, goodman boy. -1 fay, he fhall. Go to "Am the mafter here, or you? g to "You'll not endure hins! God thall 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, 'is a fhame. Cap. Go to, go to, "You are a faucy boy-is't fo, indeed? "This trick may chance to feathe you; I know what. Be quiet, &c. + —— turn to despair. Merry, 'tis time. You are a princoz, go: Jul. Saints do not move, yet grant for prayer's fake, Nurf. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Rom. What is her mother? Nur Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, [To her nurje.. And a good lady, and a wife and virtuous. Rom. Is the a Capulet !^ O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. I'll to my reft. [Exeunt.. Jul. Come hither, nurfe. What is yon gentleman? Nurf. The fon and heir of old Tiberio. Jul. What's he that now is going out of door? Jul. What's he that follows here, that would not dance ! Nurf. I know not. Jul. Go, afk his name.If he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding-bed. Nurf. His name is Romeo, and a Montague, The only fon of your great enemy. Jul. My only love fprung from my only hate! : That I mult love a lothed enemy. Rom. Then move not, while my prayers' effect. I take. This from my lips, by thine, my fin is purg'd. Jul. Then have my lips the fin that late they took. Give me my fin again. Jul. You kifs by th' book, [Kiffing her... Of one I danc'd withal. [One calls within, Juliet. Nurje. Anon, anon Come let's away, the ftrangers all are gone. [Exeunt. Now old Defire doth on his death-bed lie, Alike bewitched by the charm of looks : But to his foe fuppos'd he must complain, And the fleal love's fweet bait from fearful hooks. Being held a foe, he may not have accefs To breathe fuch vows as lovers use to swear; [Exit Chorus, ACT II. S CENE I AN I The fireet. Enter Romeo alone. gc forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. Enter Benvolio, with Mercutio. Ben. Romeo, my coufin Romeo, Mer. He is wife, And, on my life, hath ftolu him home to bed. [Exit. Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard-wall. Call, good Mercutio. Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too. Why, Romeo! humours! madman! paffion! lover! Speak but one rhime, and I am fatisfied, |