Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. Give me a case to put my visage in; [Putting on a Mask. A visor for a visor!-what care 1, What curious eye doth quotes deformities? Here are the beetle brows, shall blush for me. Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no sooner in, But every man betake him to his legs. Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels; The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.. Mer. Tut! dun's the mouse, the constable's own word: If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Rom. Well, what was yours? And so did I. 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 Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing. And more inconstant than the wind, who wous Supper is done, and we shall come too late. With this night's revels; and expire the term [Exeunt. SCENE V-A Hall in Capulet's House. 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 march-pane; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone, and Nell.-Antony! and Potpan! Unplagued with corns, will have a bout with you:Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, she, A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, A hall! a hall !3 give room, and foot it, girls. [Music plays, and they dance. More light, ye knaves; and turn the tables up, And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet; For you and I are past our dancing days: How long is't now, since last yourself and I Were in a mask? 2 Cup. By'r lady, thirty years. 1 Cap. What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so 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: Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make happy my rude hand. 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 :Fetch me my rapier, boy:-What! dares the slave Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? A sideboard on which the plate was placed. 2 Almond-cake. 3. e. Make room. The dance Now, by the stock and honor of my kin, 1 Cup. Why, how now, kinsman? wherefore storm you so? Tub. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe: To scorn at our solemnity this night. Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest; 1 Cap. You'll not endure him!-God shall mend my soul- 1 Cap. shame! For I'll make you quiet: What!-Cheerly, my hearts. Which mannerly devotion shows in this; 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. O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night: Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio. 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! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy. Nurse. What's this? what's this? Jul. A rhyme I learn'd even now Of one I danced withal. [One calls within, Juliet! Nurse. Anon, anon:Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. Enter CHORUS. Now old Desire doth in his death-bed lie, [Exeunt And young Affection gapes to be his heir; That fair, for which love groaned, 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, And she steal 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. [Er ACT II. SCENE I-An open place adjoining Capulet's | One nick-name for her purblind son and heir, Garden. Enter ROMEO. Rom. Can I go forward when my heart is here! Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. [He climbs the Wall, and leaps down within it. Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO. Mer. Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name, Ben. Come,he hath hid himself among those trees, Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar-tree, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, SCENE II. Capulet's Garden. Enter ROMEO. [Exeunt. Rum. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.[JULIET appears above, at a Window. But,soft! what light throughyonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady; O, it is my love: 0, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing: What of that? I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Rom. Ah me! She speaks:0, 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 Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? [Aside. Jul. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy;Thou art thyself though, not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes,2 Without that title:-Romeo, doff3 thy name; And for that name which is no part of thee, Take all myself. 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 Had I it written, I would tear the word. Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me! and wherefore? 'Humid, moist. Owns, possesses. Do off, put off. The orchard walls are high, and hard to cumb; 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'er-perch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out: Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their swords; look thou but sweet, 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' As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Jul. 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. I hear some noise within: Dear love, adieu! • Unless. [Exit. . Shy. Rom. Jul. I will not fail; At what o'clock to-morrow At the hour of nine. '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. Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this. Jul. "Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,9 And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom. I would, I were thy bird. Jul. Sweet, so would I: Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sor row, 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! Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; Inclination. The teircel is the male hawk, the falcon the female. ⚫ Fetters. Chance, fortune. The sun. Spotted, streaked. Many for many virtues excellent, Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Rom. Good-morrow, father! Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. I have been feasting with mine enemy; Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me, That's by me wounded; both our remedies Within thy help and holy physic lies: I bear no hatred, blessed man: for, lo, My intercession likewise steads my foe. Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift, Riddling confession finds but riddling shriff. Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: Women may fall, when there's no strength in men, Not in a grave, To lay one in, another out to have. now, Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; The other did not so. Fri. O, she knew well, Thy love did read by rote, and could not spel. But come, young waverer, come go with me In one respect I'll thy assistant be; For this alliance may so happy prove To turn your households' rancor to pure love Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. Ben. Romeo will answer it. Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a letter. Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he dares, being dared. Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stabbed with a white wench's black eye! shot through the ear with a love-song: the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft; And is he a man to encounter Tybalt! Ben. Why, what is Tybalt? Mer. More than prince of cats,5 I can tell you. 0, he is the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and proportion; rests me his minim rest one, two, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the very first house, of the first and second cause: Ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the hay !7 Ben. The what? Mer. The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents!-By Jesu, a very good blade!-a very tall man!-a very good whore!-Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these pardonnez-moys, who stand so much on the new form, that they cannot sit at case on the old bench? O, their bons, their bons! Enter ROMEO. Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring :-O fish, flesh, how art thou fishified!-Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen-wench;-marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her: Dido, a dowdy; Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen and Hero, hildings and harlots; Thisbe, a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior Romeo, bon jour! There's a French salutation to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night. Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase I have done: for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: Was I with you there for the goose? Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast not there for the goose. Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter-sweeting;2 it is a most sharp sauce. Rom. And is it not well served in to a swee goose? Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel,3 that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad! Rom. I stretch it out for that word-broad which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose. Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: for this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down, to hide his bauble in a hole. Ben. Stop there, stop there. Mer. Thou desirest ine to stop in my tale against the hair. Ben. Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large. Mer. O, thou art deceived, I would have made it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer. Rom. Here's goodly geer! Enter Nurse and PETER. Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail! Pet. Anon! Nurse. My fan, Peter. Mer. Pr'ythee, do, good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the fairer of the two. Nurse. God ye good-morrow, gentlemen. Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the pricks of noon. Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you? Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made himself to mar. Nurse. By my troth, it is well said;-For himself to mar, quoth'a ?-Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo? Rom. I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when you have found him, than he was when you sought him: I am the youngest of that name. for 'fault of a worse. Rom. Good-morr w to you both. What coun-i' terieit did I give you? Mer. The slip, sir, the slip;9 Can you not conceive! Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and, in such a case as mine, a man may strain courtesy. Mer. That's as much as to say-such a case as yours constrains a man to bow in the hams. Rom. Meaning-to court'sy. Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it. Rom. A most courteous exposition. Mer. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. Rom. Pink for flower. Mer. Right. Rom. Why, then is my pump' well flowered. Mer. Well said: Follow me this jest now, till thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing, solely singular. Rom. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the singleness! Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits Cail. Nurse. You say well. Mer. Yea, is the worse well? very well took, faith; wisely, wisely. Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you? Ben. She will indite him to some supper. Mer. No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. An old hare hoar,6 And an old hare hoar, Is too much for a score, Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll to dinner thither. Rom. I will follow you. Mer. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, lady. [Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO. Nurse. Marry, farewell!-I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant? was this, that was so full of his ropery? Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk; and will speak more in a minute, than he will stand to in a month. Nurse. An 'a speak any thing against me, I'll take him down an 'a were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those An apple. Soft stretching leather. • Good-even. • Point. Hoary, mouldy. A term of disrespect, in contradistinction to gentleman. |