Enter CAPULET, &c. with the Guests and the Maskers. Cap. Gentlemen, welcome! ladies, that have their toes [you :Unplagu'd with corns, will have a bout with Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, she, [now? I'll swear, hath corns; Am I come near you You are welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day, That I have worn a visor; and could tell You are welcome, gentlemen!-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, 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. 2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, His son is thirty. 1 Cap. Will you tell me that? [Sir: His son was but a ward two years ago. the hand Of yonder knight? Serv. I know not, Sir. Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Ho beauty hangs upon the cheek of night 1 Cup. Why, how now kinsman? wherefore storm you so? Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; Tyb. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. 1 Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him He bears him like a portly gentleman; [alone, 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: 1. e. Make room. † An Ethiopian, a black. The dance. Therefore be patient, take no note of him, [to;What, goodman boy!--I say, he shall;-Ge 1 Cap. He shall be endur'd: You'll not endure him!-God shall mend my Am I the master here, or you? go to. [salYou'll make a mutiny among my guests! You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man' Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame. You are saucy boy:-Is't so, indeed?— 1 Cap. Go to, go to, This trick may chance to scath you;—I knew what. Well said, my hearts:-You are a princox You must contráry me! marry, 'tis time go: [shame!Be quiet, or-More light, more "light, for I'll make you quiet; What!-Cheerly, my hearts. Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler 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 efThus 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, dear account! my life is my foe's debt. gone; 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, Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Nurse. What's this? what's this? [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. ACT II. [Exit. Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; He heareth not, stirreth not, he moveth not; And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger 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 'tis in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found. [Exeunt. SCENE II-CAPULET'S Garden. 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!- As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Jul. Ah me! Rom. She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thon art Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at Rom. I take thee at thy word: Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd in night, So stumblest on my counsel ? Rom. By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: Had I it written, I would tear the word. Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and wherefore? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out: Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, [sweet, Then twenty of their swords; look thou but 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 As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deay And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Jul. Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Rom. If my heart's dear love Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in I have no joy of this contract to-night: [thee, It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say-It lightens. Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Jul. Romeo! Rom. My sweet! Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I send to thee? Rom. At the hour of nine. SCENE III.-Friar LAURENCE'S Cell, Enter Friar LAURENCE, with a Basket. Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night, [light; Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day's path-way, made by Titan'st wheels: Now ere the sun advance his burning eye, ties: use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: Being tasted slays all senses with the heart. Rom. Good morrow, What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?- Jul. I will not fail; 'tis twenty years till So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: then. I have forgot why I did call thee back. Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it. there, Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth Rememb'ring how I love thy company. And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Rom. I would, I were thy bird. sorrow, Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. thy breast! * Inclination. Fetters. [Exit. + The male of the goshawk. Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no; Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy love is set As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; [bine | keeps time, distance, and proportion; rests me And all combin'd save what thou must com- his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your By holy marriage: When, and where, and bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a how, [vow, duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the very We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of first house,-of the first and second cause: Ab, I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the That thou consent to marry us this day. hay! Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is Ben. The what? bere! Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, Mer. The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents!-By Jesu, a very good blade!-a very tall_man!— very good whore!-Why, is not this a lamenta ble thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashionmongers, these pardonnez-moys, who stand se much on the new form, that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? O, their bons, their bons!t Enter ROMEO. Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! line. Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer 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 butt-shaft: 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, I. c. It is of the utmost consequence for me to be hasty. + Arrow. 1 See the story of Reynard the Fox. By notes pricked down. Dido, a dowdy; Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen counterfeit 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. for the singleness! 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 chace, I have done; for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: Was I with you there for the goose? Rom. Thou wast never with me for any is a most sharp sauce. *Terms of the fencing school. + In ridicule of Frenchified coxcombs. Trowsers or pantaloons, a French fashion in Shak speare's time. A pun on counterfeit money called slips. * A horse race in any direction the leader chooses to take. |