2 Serv. We cannot be here and there too.-Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all. [They retire behind. Enter CAPULET, &c. with the Guests and the Maskers. Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, she, 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. More light, ye knaves; and turn the tables up, And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.-— Ah, sírrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet; For you and I are past our dancing days: How long is't now, since last yourself and I Were in a mask? 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. 1 Cap. Will you tell me that? His son was but a ward two years ago. 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, Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague: : [you so? 1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? wherefore storm 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. 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 ;- You'll not endure him!-God shall mend my soul— You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! 1 Cap. Go to, go to, You are a saucy boy :-Is't so, indeed?— This trick may chance to scath you;—I know what. You must contráry me! marry, 'tis time- [Exit. Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand [To Jul. 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 palmers 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 effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd. [Kissing her. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! Give me my sin again. Jul. You kiss by the book. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Rom. What is her mother? Nurse. Marry, bachelor, Rom. 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 Nurse. I know not. Jul. Go, ask his name:-if he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed. [dance? Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague; The only son of your great enemy. Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! That I must love a loathed enemy. Of one I danc'd withal. Nurse. A rhyme I learn'd even now [One calls within, Juliet. Anon, anon: Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. [Exeunt. Enter Chorus. Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; 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; But passion lends them power, time means to meet, [Exit. Rom. Can I go forward, when my heart is here? [He climbs the Wall, and leaps down within it. Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO. Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo! He is wise; Mer. |