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And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two,
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace;
True, I talk of dreams;
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,
A Hall in Capulet's House.
Musicians waiting. Enter Servants. 7. Serv. 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 unwalh'd too, 'tis a foul thing.
1. Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove the courtcupboard, 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 fought 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.
1. Cap. Gentlemen, welcome! ladies, that have their toes Unplagu'd with corns, will have a bout with you :Ah ha, my mistresses ! which of
gone, You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play. A hall! a hall! give room, and foot it, girls.
[Mufick plays, and they dance. More light, ye knaves; and turn the tables up,
'tis gone :
And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.-
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, Sonie five and twenty years; and then we mark’d.
2. Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more : his son is elder, fir; His son is thirty.
1. Cap. Will you tell me that ? His fon 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 :
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague :-
1.Cap. Why, how now, kinsman ? wherefore storm youso?
Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe ;
1. Cap. Young Romeo is't?
'Tis he, that villain Romeo. 1. Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, Hé 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 ;
He shall be endur'd;
Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
Go to, go to,
Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting, Makes