Of a despised life clos'd in my breast,
By fome vile forfeit of untimely death.
Buthe that hath the iteerage of my course,
Direct my fuit *! On, luity gentlemen.

Ben. Strike, drum.

[They march about the stage, and exeunt..

SCENE VI. Changes to a hall in Capulet's houfe Enter Servants, with napkins.

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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!
Ah me, my mistreffes, which of you all

Will now deny to dance? the that makes dainty,
I'll fwear hath corns; am i come near you now? ?
Welcome, all, Gentlemen. I've feen the day
That i have worn a vifard, and could tell .
A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,

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.
Nay, fit; nay fit, good coufia Capulet,
For you and I are paît our dancing days.
How long is't now fince laft yourself and I
Were in malk?

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.
2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more: his fon 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 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:
Beauty too rich for use, for earth to dear!
So fhews a fnovy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows thows.

The measure done, I'll watch her place of ftand,
And touching her's, 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 should be a Montague.
Fetch me my rapier, boy: what! dares the flave
Come hither corer'd with an antic face,

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,
To be a virtuous and well-govern'd 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 respect,
Shew a fair prefence, and put off thefe 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 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?
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), iett faith turn to delpair t.

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.
I nurs'd her daughter that you talk'd withal.
I tell you, he that can lay hold of her,
Shall have the chink.

Rom. Is the a Capulet !^

O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
Ben. Away, be gone, the fport is at the best..
Rom. Ay, fol fear, the more is my unreft.
Cap. Nay, Gentlemen, prepare not to be gone,
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
Is it e'en fo? why, then I thank you all.
I thank you, honeft Gentlemen, good night.
More torches here—come on, then let's to bed,
Ah, firrah, by my fay, it waxes late.

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?
Nurf. That, as I think, is young Petruchio.

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! :
Too early feen, unknown; and known too late ;
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,

That I mult love a lothed enemy.
Nurfe. What's this? what's this?
Jul. A rhime I learn'd e'en now

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.
Rom. Sin from my lips! O treffafs, sweetly urg'd!

Give me my fin again.

Jul. You kifs by th' book,
Nurfe. Madam, &c.

[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.
Enter Chorus.

Now old Defire doth on his death-bed lie,
And young Affection gapes to be his heir:
That fair, for which love groa'd fore, and would die,
With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again,

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;
And fhe, as much in love, her means much lefs,
To meet her new-beloved any where.
But paffion lends them power, time means to meet;
Temp ring extremities with extreme fweet.

[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!
Appear thou in the likencfs of a figh,

Speak but one rhime, and I am fatisfied,
Cry but Ah me! couple but love and dove,
Speak to my goffip Venus one fair word,
One nickname to her purblind fon and heir.