And, being thus frighted, fwears a prayer or two, This, this is fhe Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'ft of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, 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 confequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels; and expire the term By fome vile forfeit of untimely death: But He, that hath the fteerage of my course, [Exeunt. SCENE V. A Hall in Capulet's House. Muficians 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 fhall lie all in one or two men's hands, and they unwash'd too, 'tis a foul thing. 1. Serv. Away with the joint-ftools, remove the courtcupboard, look to the plate :-good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Sufan Grindstone, and Nell.-Antony! and Potpan! 2. Serv. Ay, boy; ready. 1. Serv. You are look'd for, and call'd for, ask'd for, and fought 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. Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, she, A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, Such as would please ;-'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone: You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, muficians, play. A hall! a hall! give room, and foot it, girls. [Mufick plays, and they dance. More light, ye knaves; and turn the tables up, And And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.- 2. Cap. By'r lady, thirty years. 1. Cap. What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not fo much: 'Tis fince the nuptial of Lucentio, Come Pentecoft as quickly as it will, 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 enrich the hand Of yonder knight? Serv. I know not, fir. Rom. O, fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear: Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague :- 1.Cap. Why, how now, kinfman? wherefore ftorm you fo? Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; A villain, that is hither come in fpite, To scorn at our folemnity this night. 1. Cap. Young Romeo is't? Tyb. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. I. Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest; I. Cap. He shall be endur'd; What, goodman boy!-I fay, he fhall;-Go to ;- You'll not endure him!-God fhall mend my foul- You will fet cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! J. Cap. Go to, go to, This trick may chance to fcath you ;-I know what. |