What curious eye doth quote deformities? Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. Mer. Tut! Dun's the mouse, the constable's own If thou art Dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Mer. Rom. And we mean well, in going to this mask; But 'tis no wit to go. Mer. And so did I. That dreamers often lie. Rom. Well, what was yours? Mer. Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things true. Mer. Oh! then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you. [Ben. Queen Mab! what's she?] Mer. She is the Fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams; Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; This is she that... Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing. True, I talk of dreams; Mer. Which is as thin of substance as the air; With this night's revels; and expire the term [Exeunt. SCENE V. A Hall in Capulet's House. 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. 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. 1 Serv. You are look'd for, and call'd for, ask'd for, and sought 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 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, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now? You're 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 . . . 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone. You are welcome, gentlemen!-Come, musicians, play. A hall! a hall! give room, and foot it, girls. [Music plays, and they dance. For you and I are past our dancing days. 2 Cap. 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. [Good youths, i'faith! Oh, youth's a jolly thing!] Rom. What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight? Serv. I know not, sir. Rom. Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of Night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, 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? 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't? 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. Tyb. Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest. 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 soulYou'll make a mutiny among my guests! You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! |