wit; Wilt thou not, Jule? and by my holy dam, † The pretty wretch left crying, and said-Ay: To see now, how a jest shall come about! I warrant, au I should live a thousand years, I never should forget it; Wilt thou not, Jule? quoth he: 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 Jaugh, I came to talk of :-Tell me, daughter Juliet, Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of. Nurse. An honour ! were not I thine only nurse, I'd say, thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat. La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger than you, Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, brief ; The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such man, in a As all the world-why, he's a man of wax. || La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower, Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. La. Cap. What say you? can you love the gentleman ? This night you shall behold him at our feast: The fish lives in the sea; ** and 'tis much pride, For fair without the fair within to hide : meu. • The cross. Holy dame, i e. the blessed virgin. tIt stopped crying, 6 Favour. As well made as if he had been modelled in wax. The comments on ancient books were always printed in the margin. 1. e. Is not yet caught, whose skin was wanted to bind him. La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love? Jul. I'll look to like, if looking I king move: But no more deep will I endart mine eye, Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. Enter a SERVANT. Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, yon 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 stays. Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-A Street. Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Toren-bearers, and others. Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without apology? Ben. The date is out of such prolixity: * We'll have no Cupid hood-wink'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. 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, 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. thorn. 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? Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream Mer. O then, I see, queen Mab hath been with She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream, 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; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, Supper is done, and we shall come too late. gives 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 sciape 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. day, That I have worn a visor, and could tell Ah! Sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. Were in a mask ? 2 Cap. By'r lady, thirty years. 1 Cap. What, man! 'tis not so much; 'tis not 'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, 2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, His son is thirty. 1 Cap. Will you tell me that? His son was but a ward two years ago. [Sir: Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich the A cupboard set in a corner like a beaufet on which the plate was placed. Almond-cake. An Ethiopian. A clear hall, or make room. Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague :[slave Fetch me ny rapier, boy :-What! dares the Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. 1 Cap. Why, how now kinsmau ? wherefore storm you so? Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; Tyb. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. 1 Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, He 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, And ill-beseeming seinblance for a feast. Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest; I'll not endure him. 1 Cap. He shall be endur'd: [to ;What, goodman boy!-I say, he shall;-Go Am I the master here, or you? go to. [soulYou'll not endure him!-God shall mend my You'll make a mutiny among my guests! You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man ! Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame. 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 kiss. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' bands do touch, Aud palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? 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. Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the best. Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. 1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.— Is it e'en so? Why, then I thank you all; I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night :— More torches here!-Come on, then let's to bed. [late; Ah, Sirrab, [To 2 CAP.] by my fay, it waxes I'll to my rest. [Exeunt all but JULIET and NURSE. Jul. Come hither, nurse: What is you gentleman ? Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio. Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Pe truchio. Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would not dance? Nurse. I know not. 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! Nurse. What's this? what's this? [One calls within, Juliet f Nurse. Anon, anon :Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. [Exeunt. Enter CHORUS. Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair, which love groan'd for, and would die With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again, Alike bewitched by the charm of looks; But to his foe suppos'd he must complain, Aud she steals love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: 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 meet, Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. ACT II. [Exit. 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, Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. [him Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle Of some strange nature, letting it there stand Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down; That were some spite: my invocation Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, I conjure only but to raise up him. Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those trees, To be consorted with the humorous night: mark. 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. Avotary to the moon, to Diana. O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! Jul. Ah me! Rom. She speaks: speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air. Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: 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 in night, So stumblest on my counsel ? Rom. By a name I 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 sound: 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 face; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak to night. Fain would I dwell on form; fain, fain deny And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,-— Jul. O swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, 'That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Rom. What shall I swear by ? Jul. Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, And I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart, as that within my breast! Rom. O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have tonight? Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it; And yet I would it were to give again. Rom. Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love? Jul. But to be frank,+ and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite. [NURSE calls within. I hear some noise within; Dear love, adieu! Anon, good nurse!-Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again. [Exit. Rom. O blessed blessed night! I am afeard, Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. Re-enter JULIET, above. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. If that thy bent of love be honourable, world: J. e. More artfully assume coldness. † Free. 1 luclination. Nurse. [Within.] Madam. Jul. By and by, I come : To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: Rom. So thrive my soul, Jul. A thousand times good night! [Exit. Rom. A thousand times the worse to want thy light. Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. [Retiring slowly. Re-enter JULIET, above. Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist !-O for a falconer's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle ⚫ back again! With repetition of my Romeo's name. Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name : How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears! Jul. Romeo! Rom. My sweet! Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow Shall I send to thee? Rom. At the hour of nine. Jul. I will not fail; 'tis twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back. Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it. Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Rememb'ring how I love thy company. Forgetting any other home but this. gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Rom. I would I were thy bird. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say-good night, till it be morrow. [Exit, Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will 1 to my ghostly father's cell: His help to crave, and my dear hap† to tell. [Exit. SCENE III.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE, with a Basket. Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night, [light; Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's wheels: Now ere the sun advance his burning eye, |