Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'fies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees : And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, This, this is the Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'ft 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; 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 mifgives, Some confequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels; and expire the term Of a despised life, clos'd in my breaft, By fome vile forfeit of untimely death : But He, that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my fail!-On, lusty gentlemen. Ben. Strike, drum. [Exeunt. SCENE V. A Hall in Capulet's House. Musicians waiting. Enter Servants. I Seru. 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 unwash'd too, 'tis a foul thing. I Seru. Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate:--good thou, fave me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou loveft me, let the porter let in Sufan Grindstone, and Nell.-Antony! and Potpan! 2 Serv. Ay, boy; ready. I Serv. You are look'd for, and call'd for, afk'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 bebind. Enter CAPULET, &c. with the Guests, and the Maskers. I Cap. Gentlemen, welcome! 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, I'll swear, hath corns; Am I come near you now? You are welcome, gentlemen! I have feen the day, That I have worn a visor; and could tell A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, Such as would please;-'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone: 4 You are welcome, gentlemen!-Come, musicians, 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 quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. Ah, firrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. Nay, fit, nay, fit, good cousin Capulet; For you and I are past our dancing days: How long is't now, fince last yourself and I Were in a mask; 2 Cap. By'r lady, thirty years. 1 Cap. What man! 'tis not fo much, 'tis not so much: 'Tis fince the nuptial of Lucentio, Come pentecoft 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, for; His fon is thirty. 1 Cap. Will you tell me that? Hisson 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, the doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night VOL, IX. D Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague:- Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, 1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? wherefore storm you fo ? Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; A villain, that is hither come in spite, I Cap. Young Romeo is't? Tyb. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. 1 Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, He bears him like a portly gentleman; And, to say truth, Verona brags of him, To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth : I would not for the wealth of all this town, Here in my house, do him disparagement : Therefore be patient, take no note of him, It is my will; the which if thou respect, Show a fair prefence, and put off these frowns, An ill-befeeming semblance for a feaft. Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest; I'll not endure him. 1 Cap. He shall be endur'd; What, goodman boy!-I say, he shall; - Go to ;Am I the master here, or you? go to. You'll not endure him! - God shall 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, 'tis a shame. 1 Cap. Go to, go to, You are a faucy boy:-Is't so, indeed? This trick may chance to scath you;-I know what. You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time Well faid, my hearts: - You are a princox; go: |