I dreamt a dream to-night. Mer. And fo did I. Rom. Well; what was yours? Mer. That dreamers often lie. Rom. things true. In bed afleep; while they do dream Mer. Ŏ then I fee Queen Mab hath been with you. Q 2 If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire; Or, fave your reverence, love, wherein thou stickeft Up to the ears: come, we burn day-light, ho. Rom. Nay, that's not fo. Mer. I mean, Sir, we delay. We burn our lights by night, like lamps by day. [Ed. 1] Take our good meaning, for our judgment fits Five times a day, ere once in her right wits. [Ed. 1.] Rom. And we mean well in going to this mask; But 'tis no wit to go. Mer. Why? may one ask? Rom. I dreamt a dream, &c. 4 Fairies. . . old edit. Warb. emend. O'er O'er ladies lips, who ftrait on kiffes dream, Then dreams he of another benefice. Sometimes the driveth o'er a foldier's neck, Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, And being anger'd puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew dropping fouth. Ben. This wind you talk of blows us from our felves; Supper is done, and we fhall come too late. Rom. I fear, too early; for my mind mifgives, Some confequence, ftill hanging in the ftars, 5 This is fhe With With this night's revels; and expire the term 1 Ser. [They march about the ftage, and Exeunt. WE Here's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? he fhift a trencher! he fcrape a trencher ! 2 Ser. When good manners fhall lye all in one or two mens hands, and they unwash'd too, 'tis a foul thing. 1 Ser. Away with the joint-ftools, remove the courtcup-board, look to the plate: good thou, fave me a piece of march-pane; and as thou loveft me, let the porter let in Sufan Grindstone, and Nell. Anthony, and Pot pan! 2 Ser. Ay, boy, ready. 1 Ser. You are look'd for, call'd for, ask'd for, and fought for, in the great chamber. 2 Ser. We cannot be here and there too; cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer liver take all. [Exeunt. Enter all the Guests and Ladies with the maskers. 61 1 Cap. Gentlemen, welcome. Ladies that have your feet Unplagu'd with corns, we'll have a bout with you. Will now deny to dance? She that makes dainty I'll fwear hath corns; am I come near ye now? Such as would pleafe: 'tis gone; 'tis gone; 'tis gone! 2 Cap. By'r Lady, thirty years. 1 Cap. What, man! 'tis not fo much, 'tis not fo much; 'Tis fince the nuptial of Lucentio, Come Pentecoft as quickly as it will, Some five and twenty years, and then we mask'd. 2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more; his fon is elder, Sir: His fon 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? Ser. I know not, Sir. Rom. O, fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright; Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear: The meafure done, I'll watch her place of ftand, Tyb. This by his voice fhould be a Mountague. Το To fleer and fcorn at our folemnity? Cap. Why, how now, kinfman, wherefore storm To fcorn at our folemnity this night. Tyb. That villain Romeo. Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, Tyb. It fits, when fuch a villain is a guest. Cap. He fhall be endur'd, a you fo? Be quiet, or (more light, more light, for fhame) Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting, (a) He fhall be endur'd. Q4 What, goodman-boy-I fay he fhall. Go to- You'll not endure him! God fhall mend my foul, You'll make a mutiny among my guests! You will fet cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! Cap. Go to, go to, You are a faucy boy-is't fo indeed ? This trick may chance to fcathe you; I know what. Rom. |