25 Of all the days of the year, upon that day. 31 Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit; 45 Wilt thou not, Jule?" and, by my holidame, And, pretty fool, it stinted and said, “Ay." La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. Nurse. Yes, madam; yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say, "Ay." face? Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six other Maskers, Torch-bearers. Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without apology? 5 Ben. The date is out of such prolixity. We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; [Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke After the prompter, for our entrance ;] But let them measure us by what they will, We'll measure them a measure and be gone. 10 Rom. Give me a torch. I am not for this ambling; Being but heavy, I will bear the light. Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. Rom. Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoes 15 With nimble soles; I have a soul of lead Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft 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 boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. 20 Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stickest Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho! Rom. Nay, that's not so. Mer. I mean, sir, in delay We waste our lights in vain, light lights by day. 45 with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs, of love; On courtiers' knees, that dream on curtsies straight; O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees; O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, 80 Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, Will now deny to dance? She that makes dainty, She, I'll swear, hath corns. Am I come near ye now? Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day gone. 25 't is You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play. [Music plays, and they dance. A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls. More light, you knaves; and turn the tables Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. 55 Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague. Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, A villain that is hither come in spite To scorn at our solemnity this night. Cap. Young Romeo is it? 65 70 Tyb. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, 'A 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, An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest. I'll not endure him. 76 Cap. You'll make a mutiny among my guests! 80 85 Go to, go to; You must contrary me! Marry, 't is time. shame! I'll make you quiet. hearts! 90 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! Prodigious birth of love it is to me That I must love a loathed enemy. Nurse. What's this? what's this? Jul. A rhyme I learn'd even now Of one I danc'd withal. Nurse. [One calls within, "Juliet." Anon, anon! Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. [АСТ І] [Enter] CHORUS. 145 [Exeunt. [Chor.] Now old Desire doth in his death-bed lie, And young Affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd for and would die, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. Call, good Mercutio. 66 10 Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, 16 20 Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Mer. This cannot anger him; 't would anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle, Of some strange nature, letting it there stand 25 Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be consorted with the humorous night. 30 Mer. If Love be blind, Love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit as 40 Go, then; for 't is in vain To seek him here that means not to be found. [Exeunt [Ben. and Mer.]. [SCENE II. Capulet's orchard. ROMEO advances from the wall.] Rom. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Juliet appears above at her window. ppears But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious; O, that she knew she were! 10 Jul. Rom. Ay me! 26 She speaks! Deny thy father and refuse thy name; 30 35 Rom. [Aside.] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Jul. T is but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, 40 Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! |