And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Supper is done, and we shall come too late. With this night's revels; and expire the term [Exeunt. 1 Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove the court cupboard, look to the plate:-good thou, save me a piece of marchpane: and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan 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. liver take all. Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer [They retire behind. Enter Capulet, &c. with the Guests and the Maskers. Cap. Gentlemen, welcome! ladies, that have their toes Unplagu'd with corns, will have a bout with you. I'll swear, hath corns; Am I come near you now ? You are welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day, That I have worn a visor; and could tell gone: You are welcome, gentlemen!-Come, musicians, play. A hall! a hall! give room, and foot it, girls. 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. 2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sir: His son is thirty. 1 Cap. Will you tell me that? His son was but a ward two years ago. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Monta gue: Fetch me my rapier, boy :-What! dares the slave Come hither, cover'd with an antick face, 1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? wherefore storm you so ? Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; "Tis he, that villain Romeo. Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, You'll make a mutiny among my guests! Go to, go to. what. You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time- go; Be quiet, or-More light,more light,for shame!I'll make you quiet; What!-Cheerly,my hearts. Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this- 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 palmers too ? Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; Rom. What lady's that which doth enrich the They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. hand Of yonder knight? Serv. I know not, sir. Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. You kiss by the book. Rom. What is her mother? Marry, bachelor! Rom. Is she a Capulet? gone; Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. He is wise; And, on my life, hath stolen him home to tedi. Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall: Call, good Mercutio. Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too. Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh, Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; Cry but-Ah me! pronounce but-love and dove Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, Une nickname for her purblind son and heir, Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,, When king Cophetua lov'd the beggar-maidHe heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight leg,and quivering thigh And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, That in thy likeness thou appear to us. Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt auger him. Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him I'll to my rest. To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle [Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse. Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Jul. Come hither, nurse: What is yon gentle-Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down; man? 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 We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.- Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio chio. Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would not dance? Nurse. I know not. Jul. Go, ask his name: if he be married, Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! A rhyme I learn'd even now Of one I danc'd withal. [One calls within, Juliet. Enter Chorus. [Exeunt. Now old desire doth in his deathbed lic, Alike bewitched by the charm of looks; Being held a foe, he may not have access To breath such vows as lovers use to swear: ACT II. to [Exit. Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. [Juliet appears above, at a Winds But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, O, that she knew she were ! She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of that! I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven SCENE I. An open Place, adjoining Capulet's That birds would sing, and think it were As glorious to this sight, being o'er my head, Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I spear at this? Rom. I take thee at thy word: Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd in night, So stumblest on my counsel ? Rom. Had I it written, I would tear the word. Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound; Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch For stony limits cannot hold love out; sweet, And I am proof against their enmity. Jul. I would not for the world they saw thee here. Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And. but thou love me, let them find me here: Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. Jul. Thou know'st, the mask of night is on my Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny If thou dost love, prononnce it faithfully:- But trust ine, gentleman, I'll prove more true That monthly changes in her circled orb, Jul. Rom. If my heart's dear love- meet. Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their Two such opposed foes encamp them still But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. [Retiring slowly. Re-enter Juliet, above. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-0, for a falconer's Rom. My sweet! Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I send to thee? Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it. Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee thy breast 'Would, I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will 1 to my ghostly father's cell; His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit. SCENE III. Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter Friar Laurence, with a Basket. Fri. The gray-ey'd morn smiles on the frown ing night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light: And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: Beine tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Rom. Good morrow, father! Fri. Benedicite! What early tongue so sweet saluteth me 7- Therefore thy earliness doth me assure, Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, Women may fall, when there's no strength in Fr. Wisely, and slow; they stumble, that run fast. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. A Street. Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits fail. Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs: or I'll cry a match. Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have done; for thou hast more of the wild Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be ?-goose in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have Came he not home to-night? Ben. Not to his father's, I spoke with his man. Mer. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. Mer. Any man, that can write may answer a letter. Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he dares, being dared. Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot thorough the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's buttshaft: And is he a man to encounter Tybalt ? Ben. Why, what is Tybalt? Mer. More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the very first house,-of the first and second cause: Ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the hay! Ben. The what? Mer. The pox of such antick, lisping, affecting fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents!-By Jesu, a very good blade!-a very tall man!a very good whore !-Why is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashionmongers, these pardonnez-moys, who stand so much on the new form, that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? O, their bons, their bons! Enter Romeo. Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring;O, flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!-Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen wench;marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her: Dido, a dowdy; Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen and Hero, hildings and harlots; Thisbe, a gray eye or so, but not to the purpose.-Signior Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night. Rom. Good morrow to you both. What counterteit did I give you? Mer. The slip, sir, the slip: Can you not conceive? Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and, in such a case as mine, a man may strain courtesy. Mer. That's as much as to say-such a case as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams. Rom. Meaning-to court'sy. Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it. Mer. Right. Rom. Why, then is my pump well flowered. Mer. Well said: Follow me this jest now, till thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain, after the wearing, solely singular. Rom. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness. in my whole five: Was I with you there for the goose? Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing, when thou wast not there for the goose. Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not. Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce. Rom. And is it not well served in to a sweet goose 7 Mer. O, here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad! Rom. I stretch it out for that word-broad: which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose. Mer. Why, is not this better now than groan. ing for love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: for this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole. Ben. Stop there, stop there. Mer. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair. Ben. Thou would'st else have made thy tale large. Mer. O, thou art deceiv'd, I would have made it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale: and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer. Rom. Here's goodly geer! Enter Nurse and Peter. Nurse. My fan, Peter. Mer. 'Pr'ythee, do, good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer of the two. Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen. Mer. God ye good den, fair gentlewoman. Nurse. Is it good den? Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon. Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you? Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made himself to mar. Nurse. By my troth, it is well said;--For him self to mar, quoth'a ?-Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo. Rom. I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when you have found him, than he was when you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, for 'fault of a worse. Nurse. You say well. Mer. Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith; wisely, wisely. Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confi. dence with you. Ben. She will indite him to some supper. Mer. No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a len ten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent, An old hare hoar, Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll t dinner thither |