To call hers, exquisite, in question more: These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' brows, Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair; He, that is strucken blind, cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost : Show me a mistress that is passing fair, What doth her beauty serve, but as a note Where I may read, who pass'd that passing fair? love:-Farewell; thou canst not teach me to forget. Here's much to do with hate, but more with Ben. No, coz, I rather weep. Rom. Good heart, at what? Ben. At thy good heart's oppression. Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest With more of thine: this love, that thou hast shown, Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz. [Going. Ben. Soft, I will go along; And if you leave me so, you do me wrong. Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; This is not Romeo, he's some other where. Ben. Tell me in sadness,' who she is you love. Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee? Ben. Groan? why, no; But sadly tell me, who. Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:Ah, word ill urg'd to one that is so ill!In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. Ben. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you lov'd. Rom. A right good marksman!—And she's fair I love. Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss: she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit; And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold: O, she is rich in beauty; only poor, That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still live chaste? Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste; For beauty, starv'd with her severity, (1) In seriousness. (2) i. e. What end does it answer. (3) Account, estimation. Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. [Exeunt. SCENE II-A street. Enter Capulet, Paris, and Servant. Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I, In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, For men so old as we to keep the peace. Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both, And pity 'tis you liv'd at odds so long. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit? Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before My child is yet a stranger in the world, She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; Let two more summers wither in their pride, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early made. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, She is the hopeful lady of my earth: But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; And she agree, within her scope of choice Lies my consent, and fair according voice. This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you, among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more. At my poor house, look to behold this night My house and welcome on their pleasures stay. Serv. Find them out, whose names are written here? It is written-that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons, whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned :-In good time. (4) To inherit, in the language of Shakspeare, is to possess. (5) Estimation. Enter Benvolio and Romeo. Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; Rom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that. For your broken shin. Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Serv. God gi' good e'en.-I pray, sir, can you Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back again; I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, La. Cap. A fortnight, and odd days. Signior Martino, and his wife, and daughters; Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, County Anselme, and his beauteous sisters; The Come Lammas-eve at night, shall she be fourteen. lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and Susan and she,-God rest all Christian souls!his lovely nieces; Mercutio, and his brother Val-Were of an age.-Well, Susan is with God; entine: Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daugh- She was too good for me: But, as I said, lers; My fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen: Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the That shall she, marry; I remember it well. lively Helena. 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years; And she was wean'd, I never shall forget it,Of all the days of the year, upon that day: For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall, My lord and you were then at Mantua :Nay, I do bear a brain :-but, as I said, When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple Of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool! To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug. Shake, quoth the dove-house 'twas no need, I trow, To bid me trudge. A fair assembly; [Gives back the note.] Whither should they come? Serv. Up. Rom. Whither? Serv. To supper; to our house. Serv. My master's. Rom. Indeed, I should have asked you that before. Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking: My Ben. At.this same ancient feast of Capulet's And since that time it is eleven years: Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun And sne shall scant show well, that now shows I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, never should forget it; Wilt thou not, Jule? quoth he: I And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said—Ay. A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly. age; Wilt thou not, Jule? it stinted, and said—Ay. ul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I. Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd: La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme I came to talk of:-Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your disposition to be married! Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of. Nurse. An honour! were not I thine only nurse, I'd say, thou hast suck'd wisdom from thy teat. La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger than you, Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Are made already mothers: by my count, Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a flower. La. Cap. What say you? can you love the tleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast: a very gen at book in many's eyes doth share the glory, at in gold clasps locks in the golden story: <hall you share all that he doth possess, having him, making yourself no less. Nurse. No less? nay, beggar; women grow by men. SCENE IV.A street. Enter Romeo, Mercu to, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers, Torchbearers, and others. Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for ou 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 am bling; 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 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. 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 with love; 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 I, Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done."' word: If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Mer. Mer. And so did I. That dreamers often lie. Rom. Well, what was yours? Mer. Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things| SCENE V.-A hall in Capulet's house. Musi 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: Rom. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of ar. idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Rom. I fear, too early: for my mind misgives, With this night's revels; and expire the term Ue, that hath the steerage of my course, (1) Atoms. [Exeunt. (2) A place in court. (3) i. e. Fairy-locks, locks of hair elotted and tangled in the night. cians 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 Unplagu'd with corns, will have a bout with you:- You are welcome, gentlemen.-Come, musicians play. A hall! a hall give room, and foot it, girls. More light, ye knaves; and turn the tables up, 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. 2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sir: His son is thirty. 1 Cap. Will you tell me that? which doth enrich the His son was but a ward two years ago. Rom. What lady's that, hand 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 : (4) A cupboard set in a corner, like a beaufet, on which the plate was placed. (5) Almond-cake. (7) The dance. (6) i. e. Make room. Fetch me my rasier, boy-What! dares the slave 1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? wherefore Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest; 1 Cap. You'll not endure him!-God shall mend my soul- You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! 1 Cap. Go to, go to, ou are a saucy boy :-Is't so, indeed?This trick may chance to scath' you ;-I know what. You must contráry me! marry, 'tis time Rom. What is her mother? Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, Rom. Is she a Capulet? I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night:- Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? Nurse. I know not. Jul. Go, ask his name:-if he be married, Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! That I must love a loathed enemy. A rhyme I learn'd even now Nurse. ell said, my hearts :-You are a princox ;2 go:-Of one I danc'd withal. [One calls within, Juliet. quiet, or-More light, more light, for shame!I'll make you quiet; What!-Cheerly, my hearts. Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting, Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. 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. Enter Chorus. Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, [Exeunt. And young affection gapes to be his heir; Alike bewitched by the charm of looks; To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; ACT II. Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for SCENE 1.-An open place, adjoining Capulet's prayers' sake. Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I hus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd. You kiss by the book. you. Do you an injury. (2) A coxcomb. garden. Enter Romeo. Rom. Can I go forward, when my heart is here? Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo! Mer. He is wise, wall: |