SCENE III-A Room in Capulet's House. Enter Lady CAPULET, and Nurse. La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me. Nurse. Now, by my faith,-at twelve year old. I bade her come.-What, lamb! what, lady-bird: Heaven forbid! where's this girl ?-what Juliet! Jul. How now, who calls? Nurse. Jul. What is your will? Enter JULIET Your mother. Madam, I am here La. Cap. This is the matter:-Nurse, give leave awhile, I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, To Lammas-tide ? La. Cap. A fortnight, and odd days. Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd. La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, As all the world-Why, he's a man of wax. La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower. Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move: But no more deep will I endart mine eye, Enter a Servant. Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called my young lady asked for, the nurse wanted in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight. La. Cap. We follow thee.-Juliet, the county stays. SCENE IV.-A Street. [Exeunt Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with Five or Six Maskers Torch-bearers, and others. Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without apology? Ben. The date is out of such prolixity: We'll have no Cupid hood-wink'd with a scarf, Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke But let them measure us by what they will, Rom. Give me a torch,-I am not for this ambling; Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. Under love's heavy burden do I sink. Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Too great oppression for a tender thing. Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boist❜rous. Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Give me a case to put my visage in: A visor for a visor!-what care I, What curious eye doth quote deformities? Here are the beetle-brows, shall blush for me. [Putting on a mask Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no sooner in, But every man betake him to his legs. Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, But 'tis no wit to go. Mer. Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night. Why, may one ask? Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with you. acts it She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Rom. I fear, too early: for my mind misgives, Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, With this night's revels; and expire the term SCENE V.-A Hall in Capulet's House. [Exeunt Enter CAPULET, &c. with the Guests, and the Maskers. Cap. You are 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: [Music plays, and they dance 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! The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague: To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and honor of my kin, To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? wherefore storm you so? A villain, that is hither come in spite, Tyb. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest; I'll not endure him. Cap. He shall be endur'd; Am I the master here, or you? go to. Be quiet, cousin, or-I'll make you quiet. Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this, [Exil {TO JULIET. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, For palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss. Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Rom. Thus, then, dear saint, let lips put up their prayer. [Sa. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. [lutes her. 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. [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? 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; The only son of your great enemy. Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Nurse. What's this? Of one I danc'd withal. Nurse. [Exeunt Come, let's away: the strangers all are gone. |