Such as I love; and you, among the store, [more. I not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel none. Come, go with me;-Go, Sirrah, trudge about and to them say, [Erit. And these,-who often drown'd could never die,- Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else be- My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. [Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS. Herself pois'd with herself in either eye: Serv. Find them out, whose names are writ-But in those crystal scales let there be weigh'd ten here? It is written-that the shoemaker Your lady's love against some other maid should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with That I will show you, shining at this feast, his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the And she shall scant show well, that now shows painter with his nets; but I am sent to find best. those persons, whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath bere writ. I must to the learned :-In good time. Serv. Ye say honestly; Rest you merry! Signior Martino, and his wife and daughters; County Anselme, and his beauteous sisters; The lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and his lovely nieces; Mercutio, and his brother Valentine; Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters; My fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena. Rom. Ill go along, no such sight to be shown. But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. [Exeunt. 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 maidenhead, at twelve bade her come.-What, lamb! what, ladyyear old,[bird!God forbid !-where's this girl?-what, Juliet ! Enter JULIET. Jul. How now, who calls? La. Cap. This is the matter:-Nurse, give We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back again; I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel. Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age. Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. La. Cap She's not fourteen. Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, To Laminas-tide? La. Cup. A fortnight, and odd days. Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Come Lammas-eve at night, shall she be four teen. Susan and she,-God rest all Christian souls !— A fair assembly; [Gives back the Note.] Whither Of all the days of the year, upon that day: should they come ? Serv. Up. Rom. Whither? For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, To crack a bottle, is still a cant phrase. t Weighed. 1 Scarcely. To my sorrow. iL.e. I have a periect recollection. 1 JULIET And since that time it is eleven years: rood • She could have run and waddled all about. Wilt thou not, Jule? and by my holy dam, + 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 To think it should leave crying, and say-Ay: Wilt thou not, Jule? it stinted, and said-Ay. Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er 1 nurs'd; La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very 1 came to talk of :-Tell me, daughter Juliet, Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of. Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, brief The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. man, As all the world-why, he's a man of wax. Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. La Cap. What say you? can you love the This night you shall behold him at our feast: For fair without the fair within to hide : men.. The cross. Holy dame, i. e. the blessed virgin- it stopped crying. ** I. e. Is not yet caught, whose skin was wanted to . Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move: Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper La. Cap. We follow thee.-Juliet, the county stays. Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy SCENE IV-A Street. Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our Or shall we on without apology? Ben. The date is out of such prolixity: ambling; Being but heavy, I will bear the light. Rom. Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes, 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 Too great oppression for a tender thing. Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks like thorn. Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough A visor for a visor!-what care I, heart, [in, Tickle the senseless rushes ¶T with their heels; own word: If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire stick'st Up to the ears.-Come, we burn day-light, ho. 1. e. Long speeches are out of fashion. A scare-crow, a figure made up to frighten crows. A torch-bearer was a constant appendage to every Even in the reign of Charles, the floors of the pest houses were strewed with rushes. This is equivalent to phrases in common use---I am done for, it is over with me. Rom. Nay, that's not so. Mer. I mean, Sir, in delay We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Take our good meaning; for our judgment sits Five times in that, ere once in our five wits. 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 to-night. Mer. And so did I. Rom. Well, what was yours? Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things true. Mer. O then, I see, queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies 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, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are. Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep, And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, Making them women of good carriage. Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, 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, SCENE V.-A Hall in CAPULET'S House. Musicians waiting. Enter SERVANTS. 1 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 unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing. 1 Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cupboard, 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 looked for, and called for, asked for, and sought 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. Cap. Gentlemen, welcome! ladies, that have their toes [you :Unplagu'd with corns, will have a bout with Ah ha! my mistresses! which of you all Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, she, I'll swear, hath corns; Am I come near you now? You are welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day, That I have worn a visor, and could tell Ah! Sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. 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. Scene V. Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! 1 Cap. Why, how now kinsmau ? wherefore 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? Tgh. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. Nurse. Madam, your mother 'craves a word Rom. What is her mother? Her mother is the lady of the house, Rom. Is she a Capulet? O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. bed. 1 Cap. Coutent thee, gentle coz, let him alone, Is it e'en so? Why, then I thank you all; I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night :- Tyb. It rits, when such a villain is a guest ; I'll not endure him. [to ;[soul 1 Cap. He shall be endur'd: 1 Cap. Go to, go to, You are saucy, boy;-Is't so, indeed?- [what. go: Be quiet, or-More light, more light, for shame! hearts. Tab. Patience perforce with wilful choler [ing. meeting, Makes my flesh tremble in their different greetI will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. [Exit. Rem. If I profane with my unworthy hand [75 JULIET. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this,My hips, 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? Jal. 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. Thas from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd. [Kissing her. 1 Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have Look. Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly • Do you an injury. [urg'd! + A coxcomb. In our poet's time, a salute in a public assembly might not be esteemed indecorous. Too early seen unknown, and known too late! [One calls within, Juliet! Being held a foe, he may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; meet, Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. Enter BENVOLIO, and MERCUTIO. And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed, Call, good Mercutio. Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too. Romeo! humours ! madman! passion! lover! Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger bim. Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those To be consorted with the humorous night : mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, Ben. Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found. [Exeunt. SCENE II-CAPULET'S Garden. Enter ROMEO. Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. [JULIET appears above at a Window. But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!— O that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of that? I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! Alluding to the old ballad of the King and the Beggar. + This phrase in Shakspeare's time was used as an expression of tenderness. 1 Humid. A rotary to the moon, to Diana, O that I were a glove upon that hand, Jul. Ah me! Rom. She speaks : speak again, bright angel! for thou art Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: this? Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd: Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd So stumblest on my counsel ? Rom. By a name know not how to tell thee who I am; Had I it written, I would tear the word. Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague ? Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dis their sight; And, but thou love me, let them find me here: Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to in- He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. Jul. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my |