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Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel
Such as I love; and you, among the store, [more. ] not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come
And these,-who often drown'd could never die,-
Come, go with me;-Go, Sirrah, trudge about
Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else be-
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO.
Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish ; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning: One desperate grief cures with another's languish :
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
Ben. For what, I pray thee ?
Rom. For your broken shin.
Rom. Not mad, but bound more than mad-
Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp'd, and tormented, and-Good-e'en, good fellow.
Serv. God gi' good e'en.-I pray, Sir, can you read?
Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. Serv. Perhaps you have learn'd it without book:
But I pray, can you read any thing you see?
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.
Serv. To supper; to our house.
Rom. Whose house?
Serv. My master's.
Rom. Indeed, I should have asked you
Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking: My master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be
But to rejoice in splendour of mine own.
• To inherit, in the language of Shakspeare is to possess. + Estimation.
[Exeunt. SCENE III-A Room in CAPULET'S House.
Enter Lady CAPULET and NURSE.
La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call
Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve
La. Cup. A fortnight, and odd days.
A fair assembly; [Gives back the Note.] Whither Of all the days of the year, upon that day :
Jul. How now, who calls?
Jul. Madam, I am here,
What is your will?
La. Cap. This is the matter:-Nurse, give
We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back again ;
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,
And yet, to my teený be it spoken, I have but
And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone;
A parious knock; and it cried bitterly.
Yea, quoth my husband, fall'st upon thy face?
As all the world-why, he's a man of wax.
La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris'
La. Cap. What say you? can you love the
This night you shall behold him at our feast:
Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move :
• The cross.
Holy dame, i. e. the blessed virgin. It stopped crying Favour. As well made as if he had been modelled in wax. comments on ancient books were always printed in the margin.
I. c. Is not yet caught, whose skin was wanted to
Enter a SERVANT.
Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed 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
Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy
SCENE IV-A Street.
Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others.
Wilt thou not, Jule? it stinted, and said-Ay.
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd:
La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very
I came to talk of :-Tell me, daughter Juliet,
With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead
Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft,
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
Or shall we on without apology?
Ben. The date is out of such prolixity: *
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,
Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
Too great oppression for a tender thing.
Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with love; [down.Prick love for pricking, and you beat love Give me a case to put my visage in: [Putting on a Mask, A visor for a visor!-what care I, What curious eye doth quote deformities? Here are the beetle-brows, shall blush for me. Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no sooner But every man betake him to his legs. [in, Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart,
Tickle the senseless rushes ¶ with their heels
For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase,-
Por fair without the fair within to hide :
That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
Of this (save reverence) love, wherein thou
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
Up to the ears.-Come, we burn day-light, ho.
I. 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 Deat
This is equivalent to phrases in common use---I am done for, it is over with me.
Rom. Nay, that's not so.
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
Mer. Why, may one ask?
Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night.
Mer. And so did I.
Rom. Well, what was yours?
Mer. That dreamers often lie. 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
Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing.
Mer. True, I talk of dreams;
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars,
• Atoms. 4 A place in court. 1. e. Fairy-locks, locks of hair clotted and tangled in the night.
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 hal 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?
Such as would please ;-'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Mon-
Rom. Is she a Capulet?
1 Cap. Why, how now kinsmau ? wherefore
Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;
O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
Tyb. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
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 :-
He bears him like a portly gentleman;
[Exeunt all but JULIET and NURSE.
Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio.
Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would
Nurse. I know not.
1 Cap. He shall be endur'd:
1 Cap. Go to, go to,
You are saucy, boy;-Is't so, indeed?- [what.
Be quiet, or-More light, more light, for shame I'll make you quiet; What!-Cheerly, my hearts.
Tyb, Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting, [ing. Makes my flesh tremble in their different greetI will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.
[Exit. Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand [To JULIET. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this,~ My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender
Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
Aud palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in
Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to des
Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's ef
fect I take.
Nurse. Madam, your mother 'craves a word
Rom. What is her mother?
Her mother is the lady of the house,
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have [Kissing her. 1
Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly Give me my sin again.
Jul. You kiss by the book.
Jul. Go, ask his name :-if he be married,
Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
Jul. My only love sprung from my only
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Nurse. What's this? what's this?
Do you an injury.
+ A coxcomb.
In our poet's time, a salute in a public assembly
might not be esteemed indecorous.
[One calls within, Juliet!
Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
Alike bewitched by the charm of looks;
Being held a foe, he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
And she as much in love, her means much less
To meet her new-beloved any where:
But passion lends them power, time means to
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!
And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger
Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name,
Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those
To be consorted with the humorous night:
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
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.
Rom. She speaks:
speak again, bright angel! for thou art
Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name:
Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at
Belonging to a man. O be some other name!
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 in night,
So stumblest on my counsel ?
know not how to tell thee who I am; My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred
Alluding to the old ballad of the King and the Beguar. This phrase in Shakspeare's time was 1 Humid. used as an expression of tenderness. A votary to the moon, to Diana.
Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
Jul, How cam'st thou hither, tell me? and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Rom. With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out: And what love can do, that dares love attempt; Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder
Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine [sweet, eye, Than twenty of their swords: look thou but And I am proof against their enmity.
Jul. I would not, for the world, they saw thee here.
Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
And, but thou love me, let them find me here:
Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
Jul. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my