Rom. Well, what was yours? Mer. That dreamers often lie. 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 In shape no bigger than an agate-stone Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, That plats the manes of horses in the night; This, is she Rom. Peace, peace! Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, 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 consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels; and expire the term But He, that hath the steerage of my course, Ben. Strike, drum. SCENE V. A Hall in CAPULET's House. Musicians waiting. Enter Servants." [Exeunt. 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 shall lie all in one or two men's hands, and they unwashed too, 't is a foul thing. 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. You are looked for, and called for, asked for, and in the great chamber. 1 Serv. sought for, 2 Serv. We cannot be here and there too. be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all. [They retire behind. Enter CAPULET, &c. with the Guests, and the Maskers. Cap. Welcome, gentlemen! ladies, that have their toes Unplagu❜d with corns, will have a bout with you: Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, she, You are welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day, That I have worn a visor, and could tell A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, Such as would please: 't is gone, 't is gone, 't is gone. Come, musicians, 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, 2 Cap. By 'r lady, thirty years. 1 Cap. What, man! 't is not so much, 't is not so much. 'T is 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, 't is 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. Rom. What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight? Serv. I know not, Sir. Rom. O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, Tyb This, by his voice, should be a Montague. — Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. 1 Cap. Why, how now kinsman! wherefore storm you so? Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; A villain, that is hither come in spite, To scorn at our solemnity this night. 1 Cap. Young Romeo is it? 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. 1 Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, Therefore, be patient, take no note of him : Show a fair presence, and put off these frowns, Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest. He shall be endur'd: 1 Cap. What! goodman boy! Am I the master here, or soul my You'll not endure him! - God shall mend Go to, go to; 1 Cap. You are a saucy boy. Is 't so, indeed? This trick may chance You must contrary me! to scath you; - I know what. Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:- Rom. If I profane with my unworthiest hand My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand [Exit [To JULIET. To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, Kom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? |