per.] and to them say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. [Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS. Serv. Find them out, whose names are written here? It is written-that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons, whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned: -In good time. Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO. [Exit. Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; SCENE III-A Room in CAPULET'S House. Enter Lady CAPULET and NURSE. Lu. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me. Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,[bird!I bade her come.-What, lamb! what, ladyGod forbid!-where's this girl?—what, Juliet! Enter JULIET. Jul. How now, who calls? La. Cap. This is the matter:-Nurse, give leave awhile, [again: We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel. Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age. Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. La. Cap. She's not fourteen. Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, And yet, to my teens be it spoken, I have but four, She is not fourteen: How long is it now *We still say in cant language-to crack a bottie. + Weighed. Scarce, hardly. To my sorrow La. Cap. A fortnight, and odd days. Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Come Lammas-eve at night, shall she be four teen. Susan and she,-God rest all Christian souls!- Of all the days of the year, upon that day: To bid me trudge. And since that time it is eleven years: She could have run and waddled all about. And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said-Ay. Nurse. Yes, madam; Yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying, and say-Ay: to his grace! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd: La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, As all the world-Why, he's a man of wax.* La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower. Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. La. Cap. What say you? can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast: And see how one another lends content; Nurse. No less? nay, bigger; women grow by men. La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love? Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move: But no more deep will I endart mine eye, Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. Or shall we on without apology? Ben. The date is out of such prolixity: We'll have no Cupid hood-wink'd with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper ; Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke After the prompter, for our entrance: We'll measure them a measure, and be gone. But, let them measure us by what they will, 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 yon 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. Well made, as if he had been modelled in wax. in the margin. + The comments on ancient books were always printed him. 1. e. Is not yet caught, whose skin was wanted to bind 1. c. Long speeches are out of fashion. A scare-crow, a figure made up to frighten crows. ↑ A dance. ** A torch-bearer was a constant appendage to cvery troop of maskers. Mer. You are a lover; borrow Cupid's | O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on wings, And soar with them above a common bound. Kom. I am too sore enpierced 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. Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with love; [down. Prick love for pricking, and you beat love Give me a case to put my visage in: [Putting on a Mask. A visor for a visor!-what care I, What curious eye doth quote* deformities? Here are the beetle-brows, shall blush for me. Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no sooner But every man betake him to his legs. [in, Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, Tickle the senseless rushest with their heels; If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Of this (save reverence) love, wherein thou stick'st Up to the ears.-Come, we burn day-light, ho. 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 judgement sits Five times in that, ere once in our five wits. Rom. And we mean well,, in going to this 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. [mask; Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things true. Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; fees: Q'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream; Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are. Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep, This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them, and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage. Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who SCENE V.-A Hall in CAPULET'S House. Musicians waiting. Enter SERVANTS. 1 Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps no to take away? he shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher! 2 Serv. When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands, and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing. 1 Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate:-gooc thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, a thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susar. Grindstone, and Nell.-Antony! and Potpan! 2 Serv. Ay, boy; ready. 1 Serv. You are looked for, and called for, asked for, and sought 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. cians, play. A hall! a hall give room, and foot it, girls. [Music plays, and they dance. More light, ye knaves; and turn the tables up, And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. Ah, Sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. 2 Cap. By'r lady, thirty years. 1 Cap. What, man! 'tis not so much; 'tis not so much: 'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, Come pentecost as quickly as it will, Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd. bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; Tyb. "Tis he, that villain Romeo. Therefore be patient, take no note of him, [to; What, goodman boy!-I say, he shall-G what. go: Well said, my hearts:-You are a princox ;+ Be meeting, [ing. Makes my flesh tremble in their different greet. I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. [Exit. Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand [To JULIET. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this,My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palm ers too? Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. 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. Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's ef Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd. fect I take. [Kissing her. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly Give me my sin again. [urg'd! Jul. You kiss by the book. Rom. What is her mother? Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous: dear account! my life is my foe's debt. We have a trifling foolish banquet* towards.- [Exeunt all but JULIET and NURSE. Jul. Come hither, nurse: What is yon gentleman? Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio. Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio. Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would not dance? Nurse. I know not. 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 MontaThe only son of your great enemy. [gue; Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! [One calls within, Juliet! Nurse. Anon, anon:Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. [Exeunt. Enter CHORUS. Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, 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 suppos'd 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 To meet her new-beloved any where: [less But passion lends them power, time means to meet, Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle [him Of some strange nature, letting it there staud Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down; That were some spite: my invocation Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, I conjure only but to raise up him. Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those trees, To be consorted with the humorous night: Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the Now will he sit under a medlar tree, [mark. And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone. Romeo, good night;-I'll to my truckle-bed; This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep: Come, shall we go? Ben. Go, then; for 'us in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-CAPULET'S Gurden. Enter ROMEO. Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. [JULIET appears above, at a Window. But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!— That thou her maid art far more fair than sbe: [Exit. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.- As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! *Alluding to the old ballad of the K and the Beppar. This phrase in Shakspeare's time was used as an expression of tenderness. Humyl moist A votary to the moon, to Diana. |