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Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things || SCENE V.-A hall in Capulet's house. Mu
sicians waiting. Enter Servants. Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with
1 Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes
away? he shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher? In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
2 Serv. When good manners shall lie all in one On the fore-finger of an alderman,
or two men's hands, and they unwashed too, 'tis a Drawn with a team of little atomies!
foul thing Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep :
1 Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove the Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; court-cupboard," look to the plate :-good thou, The cover, of ihe wings of grasshoppers;
save me a piece of marchpane;5 and, as thou The traces, of the smallest spider's web;
lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone, The collars, of the moonshine's watry
and Nell.-Antony! and Potpan! Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film :
2 Serv. Ay, boy ; ready:
1 Serv. You are looked for, and called for, asked Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat, Not hali so big as a round little worm
for, and sought for, in the great chamber.
2 Serv. We cannot be here and there too. Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazle-nut,
Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer
liver take all. Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub,
[They retire behind. Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers.
Enter Capulet, &c. with the Guests and the And in this state she gallops night by night
Maskers. Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of
Cap. Gentlemen, welcome' ladies, that have their On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight:
Unplagu'd with corns, will have a bout with you :O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees : | Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream; Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, she, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, I'll swear, haih corns; Am I come near you now? Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are. You are welcome, gentlemen : I have seen the day, Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, That I have worn a visor; and could tell And then dreams he of smelling out a suit:2 A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tail, Such as would please ;—'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep,
gone : Then dreams he of another benefice :
You are welcome, gentlemen.-Come, musicians, Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
play. And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, A hall! a hall!6 give room, and foot it, girls. Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
(Music plays, and they dance. Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon More light, ye knaves; and turn the tables up, Drums in his ear; at which he starts, and wakes ; And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, || Ah, sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well. And sleeps again. This is that very Mab, Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet; That plats the manes of horses in the night;
you and I are past our dancing days :
By'r lady, thirty years.
much: This, this is she
'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, Rom.
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Come Pentecost as quickly as it will, Thou talk'st of nothing.
Some five-and-twenty years; and then we mask'd. Mer.
True, I talk of dreams; 2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sir : Which are the children of an idle brain,
His son is thirty. Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ;
Will you tell me that? Which is as thin of substance as the air;
His son was but a ward two years ago. And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich the Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
hand And, being anger’d, puffs away from thence, Or yonder knight? Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Serv. I know not, sir. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from our- Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! selves;
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear:
Rom. I fear, too early : for my mind misgives, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. With this night's revels ; and expire the term The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, Of a despised life, clos'd in my breast,
And, touching hers, make happy my rude band. By some vile forfeit of untimely death :
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. Direct my sail Y-On, lusty gentlemen.
Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague:Ben. Strike, drum.
(4) A cupboard set in a corner, like a beaufet, on (1) Atoms. (2) A place in court. which the plate was placed. (3) i. e. Fairy-locks, locks of hair clotted and (5) Almond-cake. (6) i.e. Make room. gled in the night.
(7) The dance
Fetch me my rapier, boy :-What! dares the slave Rom. What is her mother?
Marry, bachelor, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Her mother is the lady of the house,
I nurs'd her daughter, that you talk'd withal ; 1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? wherefore 1 tell you, he, that can lay hold of her, storm you so?
Shall have the chinks. Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;
Is she a Capulet? A villain, that is hither come in spite,
O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. To scorn at our solemnity this night.
Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the best. 1 Cap. Young Romeo is't?
Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. Tyb.
'Tis he, that villain Romeo. 1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; 1 Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, We have a trifling foolish banquets towards.-He bears him like a portly gentleman;
Is it e'en so? Why, then I thank you all; And, to say truth, Verona brags of him,
I thank you, honest gentlemen ; good night:-. To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth : More torches here !-Come on, then let's to bed. I would not for the wealth of all this town, Ah, sirrah, (To 2 Cap.) by my fay, it waxes late; Here in my house, do him disparagement : I'll to my rest. (Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse. Therefore be patient, take no note of him,
Jul. Come hither, nurse: What is yon gentleman It is my will ; the which if thou respect,
Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio. Show a fair presence, and put off these frowns, Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio. Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest ; Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would I'll not endure him.
not dance ? He shall be endur'd;
Nurse. I know not. What, goodman boy !-I say, he shall ;-Go to; Jul. Go, ask his name :-if he be married, Am I the master here, or you? go to.
My grave is like to be my wedding bed. You'll not endure him—God shall mend my soul Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague; You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
The only son of your great enemy. You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man ! Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
Too early seen unknown, and known too late! 1 Cap.
Go to, go to, Prodigious birth of love it is to me, You are a saucy boy -Is't so, indeed ?
That I must love a loathed enemy. This trick may chance to scathl you;-I know what. Nurse. What's this? what's this? You must contráry me! marry, 'tis time
A rhyme I learn'd even now Well said, my hearts :-You are a princox;2go :-||Of one I danc'd withal. (One calls within, Juliet. Be quiet, or-More light, more light, for shame! Nurse.
Anon, anon :I'll make you quiet; What Cheerly, my hearts. Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meet
. That fair, which love groan'd for, and would die,
And young affection gapes to be his heir; Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand
With tender Juliet match'd is now not fair. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this,
Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again,
Alike bewitched by the charm of looks; My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. But to his foe suppos d he must complain, Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand to0|| Being held a foe, he may not have access
And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands
do touch, || And she as much in love, her means much less And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
To meet her new-beloved any where: Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? | But passion lends them power, tíme means to meet, Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. (Exit.
prayer. Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
ACT II. Jul Saints do not move, though grant for SCENE I.-An open place, adjoining Capulet's prayers' sake.
garden. Enter Romeo. Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Rom. Can I go forward, when my heart is bere? Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd. Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
[He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Enter Benvolio, and Mercutio.
Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo !
He is wise; Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word || And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed. with you.
Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard (1) Do you an injury. (2) A coxcomb. (3) A collation of fruit, wine, &c.
(5) 2. e. Himself.
Call, good Mercutio.
She speaks :-
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; As is a winged messenger of heaven Cry but-Ah me! couple but-love and dove; Unto the white up-turned wond'ring eyes Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, of mortals, that fall back to gaze cal him, One nick-name for her purblind son and heir, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, And sails upon the bosom of the air. When king Cophetua lov'd the beggar-maid. Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou RoHe heareth not, stirreth not, he moveth not ;
meo? The ape? is dead, and I must conjure him. Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
(Aside. That in thy likeness thou appear to us.
Jul. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy;Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.
Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Belonging to a mano, be some other name! Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down; What's in a name? that which we call a rose, That were some spite : my invocation
By any other name would smell as sweet; Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, Só Romeo would, were he not Romeo callid, I conjure only but to raise up him.
Retain that dear perfection which he owes, 5 Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those Without that title :-Romeo, doff thy name; trees,
And for that name, which is no part of thee, To be consorted with the humorouss night :
Take all myself. Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.
I take thee at thy word: Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd; Now will he sit under a medlar-tree,
Henceforth I never will be Romeo. And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.
in night, Romeo, good night;-I'll to my truckle-bed; So stumblest on my counsel? This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:
By a name Come, shall we go?
I know not how to tell thee who I am: Ben.
Go, then; for 'tis in vain My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, To seek him here, that means not to be found. Because it is an enemy to thee;
(Exeunt. Had I it written, I would tear the word. SCENE II.—Capulet's garden. Enter Romeo. of that tongue's
utterance, yet I know the sound;
Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. - Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague ?
[Juliet appears above, at a window. Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. But, soft! what light through yonder window Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and breaks?
wherefore? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun
The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, And the place death, considering who thou art, Who is already sick and pale with grief,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here. That thou ber maid art far more fair than she: Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch Be not her maid, since she is envious;
these walls; Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
For stony limits cannot hold love out : And none but fools do wear it; cast it off And what love can do, that dares love attempt, It is my lady; 0, it is my love:
Therefore thy kinsmen are no leti to me. O, that she knew she were
Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of that? Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Her eye discourses, I will answer it.
Than twenty of their swords; look thou but sweet, I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks : And I am proof against their enmity. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Jul. I would not for the world, they saw thee here Having some business, do entreat her eyes Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
sight; What if her eyes were there, they in her head? And, but thou love me, let them find me here: The brightness of her cheek would shame those My life were better ended by their hate, stars,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Jud. By whose direction found'st thou out this Would through the airy region stream so bright,
place? That birds would sing, and think it were not night Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
I am no pilot; yet, wert, thou as far That I might touch that cheek!
As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea, (1) Alluding to the old ballad of the king and (3) Humid, moist. the beggar.
(4) A votary to the moon, to Diana. (2) This phrase in Shakspeare's time was used (5) Owns, possesses. (6) Do off. as an expression of tenderness.
(7) Hindrance. (8) Unless thou love me.
I would adventure for such merchandise. Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, Jul. Thou know'st, the mask of night is on my By one that I'll procure to come to thee, face;
Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite;
By and by, I come :If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully : To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief : Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
To-morrow will I send. I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, Rom.
So thrive my soul,So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world. Jul. A thousand times good night! (Erit. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;
Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy And therefore thou may'st think my haviourl light: lightBut trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their Than those that have more cunning to be strange.?
books; I should have been more strange, I must confess, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. But that thou over-heard'st, ere I was 'ware,
(Retiring slowly My true love's passion: therefore pardon me; And not impute this yielding to light love,
Re-enter Juliet, above. Which the dark night hath so discovered.
Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!—0, for a falconer's Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,
voice, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops, To lure this tassel-gentles back again! Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; moon,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, That monthly changes in her circled orb, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. With repetition of my Romeo's name. Rom. What shall I swear by ?
Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name : Jul.
Do not swear at all; || How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Like softest music to attending ears! Which is the god of my idolatry,
Jul. Romeo !
Rom. My sweet!
At what o'clock to-morrow Jul. Well, do not swear : although I joy in thee, Shall I send to thee? I have no joy of this contract to-night:
At the hour of nine. It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden;
Jul. I will not fail; 'tis twenty years till then. Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, I have forgot why I did call thee back. Ere one can say-It lightens. Sweet, good night! Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it. This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Rememb'ring how I love thy company. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Come to thy heart, as that within my breast ! Forgetting any other home but this.
Rom. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ? Jul. 'I'is almost morning, I would have thee Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
gone : Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow And yet no further than a wanton's bird; for mine.
Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, 6 And yet I would it were to give again.
And with a silk thread plucks it back again, Rom. Would'st thou withdraw it? for what pur. So loving-jealous of his liberty. pose, love?
Rom. I would, I were thy bird. Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. Jul.
Sweet, so would I : And yet I wish but for the thing I have: Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
sorrow, The more I have, for both are infinite.
That I shall say--good night, till it be morrow. [Nurse calls within
(Exit. I hear some noise within ; Dear love, adieu ! Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy Anon, good nurse ! -Sweet Montague, be true.
breast Stay but a little, I will come again. (Exit
. l'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard, Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell; Being in night, all this is but a dream,
His help to crave, and my dear hap? to tell. (Exit. Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
SCENE III.-Friar Laurence's cell. Enter FriRe-enter Juliet, above.
ar Laurence, with a basket. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning indeed.
night, If that thy bent of love be honourable, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;
And fleckede dårkness like a drunkard reels (1) Behaviour. (2) Shy. (3) Free. (4) Inclination.
(6) Fetters. (7) Chance, fortune. (5) The male of the goshawk.
(8) Spotted, streaked.
From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's' || So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies wheels :
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Now ere the sun advance his burning eye, Jesu Maria! what a deal of brine The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline ! I must öll up this osier cage of ours,
How much salt water thrown away in waste, With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. To season love, that of it doth not taste! The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, What is her burying grave, that is her womb: Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears; And from her womb children of divers kind Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit We sucking on her natural bosom find;
Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet : Many for many virtues excellent,
If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thine, None but for some, and yet all different.
Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline; 0, mickle is the powerful grace,2 that lies And art thou chang'd? pronounce this sentence In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities :
thenFor nought so vile that on the earth doth live, Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. But to the earth some special good doth give; Rom. Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline. Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, Fri. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse : Rom. And bad'st me bury love. Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied ;
Not in a grare, And vice sometime's by action dignified.
To lay one in, another out to have. Within the infant rind of this small flower
Rom. I pray thee, chide not: she, whom I love Poison hath residence, and med'cine power: For this, being smelt, with that part cheers eachDoth grace for grace, and love for love allow; part;
The other did not so. Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
O, she knew well, Two such opposed foes encamp them still Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will ; But come, young waverer, come go with me, And, where the worser is predominant,
In one respect I'll thy assistant be; Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. For this alliance may so happy prove,
To turn your households' rancour to pure love. Enter Romeo.
Rom. O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. Rom. Good morrow, father!
Fri. Wisely, and slow; they stumble, that run Fri. Benedicite! fast.
(Eseunt. What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
SCENE IV.-A street. Enter Benvolio and Young son, it argues a distemper'd bead,
Mercutio. So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed : Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be?And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; Came he not home to-night? But where unbruised youth, with unstuff'd brain, Ben. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign : Mer. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, Therefore thy earliness doth me assure,
that Rosaline, Thou art up-rous'd by some distemp'rature; Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. Or if not so, then here I hit it right
Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine. Mer. A challenge, on my life. Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? Ben. Romeo will answer it. Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no; Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a I have forgot that name, and that name's wo. letter. Fri. That's my good son : But where hast thou Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how been then?
he dares, being dared. Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead; I have been feasting with mine enemy;
stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot thoWhere, on a sudden, one hath wounded me, rough the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his That's by me wounded; both our remedies heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft ; Within thy help and holy physic lies :
And is he a man to encounter Tybalt? I bear no hatred, blessed man; for, lo,
Ben. Why, what is Tybalt? My intercession likewise steads my foe.
Mer. More than prince of cats," I can tell you. Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift ; | o, he is the courageous captain of compliments. Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. He fights as you sing prick-song, 6 keeps time, disRom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear lovetance, and proportion ; rests me his minim rest, ane, is set
two, and the third in your bosom : the very butcher On the fair daughter of rich Capulet :
of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine ; of the very first house, -of the first and second And all combin'd, save what thou must combine cause : Ah, the immortal passado! the punto reBy holy marriage : When, and where, and how, verso ! the hay ! We met, we wood, and made exchange of vow, Ben. The what? I'll tell thee as we pass ; but this I pray,
Mer. The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting That thou consent to marry us this day.
fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents !- By Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is here! Jesu, a very good blade ! very tall man. -a Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, very good whore !—Why, is not this a lamentable (1) The sun. (2) Virtue.
(4) Arrow. (5) See the story of Reynard the fol. (3) i. e. It is of the utmost consequence for me (6) By notes pricked down. to be hasty.
(7) Terms of the fencing-school.