2 Serv. We cannot be here and there too.Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer liver take all. [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 :- Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, she, gone: 'tis You are welcome, gentlemen.-Come, musicians, play. A hall! a hall give room, and foot it, girls. 2 Cop. By'r lady, thirty years. 1 Cup. 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. (1) i. e. Make room. Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight? Serv. I know not, sir. Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear: Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make happy my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. : Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague :Fetch me my rapier, boy :-What! dares the slave Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. 1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsinan? 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'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 presence, and put off these frowns, And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. 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 soul- You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! 1 Cap. Well said, my hearts:-You are a princox 2 go:— Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. Which mannerly devotion shows in this; Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in Rom. Prayer. 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. (1) Do you an injury. (2) A coxcomb. Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd. Jul. You kiss by the book. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Rom. What is her mother? Nurse. Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous : Rom. I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night :More torches here!-Come on, then let's to bed. Ah, sirrah, [To 2 Cap.] by my fay,2 it waxes late; I'll to my rest. [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 Petruchic Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would not dance? Nurse. I know not. Jul. Go, ask his name:-if he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed. Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague; (1) A collation of fruit, wine, &c. (2) Faith. The only son of your great enemy. Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy. Nurse. Anon, anon:— Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. Enter Chorus. Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, [Exeunt. And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair, which love groan'd for, and would die, 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 less To meet her new-beloved any where: But passion lends them power, time means to meet, Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. [Exit. ACT II. SCENE I-An open place, adjoining Capulet's garden. Enter Romeo. Rom. Can I go forward, when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. [He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it. (1) i. e. Himself. |