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Escalts, Prince of Verona.

A BRAM, Servant to Montaguo.
PARIS, a young Nobleman, Kinsman to the Prince. An Apothecary.

Three Musicians.
with each other.

Churus. An old Man, Uncle to Capulet.

Boy, Page to Paris.
ROMEO, Son to Montague.

PETER, an Officer.
MERCUTIO, Kinsman to the Prince, and Friend to

LADY MONTAGUE, Wife to Montague,
BENVOL10, Nephew to Montague, and Friend to LADY CAPULET. Wife to Capulet.

JULIET, Daughter to Capulet.
Tybalt, Nephew to Lady Capulet.

Nurse to Juliet.
FRIAR LAURENCE, a Franciscan.
FRIAR JOHN, of the same Order.

Citizens of Verona; several Men and Wonen, selo BALTHAZAR, Servant to Romeo.

tions to both Houses; Muskers, Guaras, Watch SAMPSON, Servants to Capulet.

men, and Attendants. GREGORY,

SCENE, during the greater Part of the Play, in Verona; once, in the fifth Act, at Mantua.


Two households, both alike in dignity,

In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal lojns of these two foes

A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows

Du, with their death, bury their parents' strife.

The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,

And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, naught could re-

Is now the two-hours' traffic of our stage;
The which, if you with patient cars attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.


runn'st away.

SCENE I-A Public Place.

Gre. The heads of the maids?
Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, armed with Swords heads; take it in what sense thou wilt.

Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maiden. and Bucklers.

Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel it. Sam. Gregory, o'my word, we'll not carry coals.! Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to Gre. No, for then we should be colliers.

stand: and, 'tis known, I am a pretty piece of flesh. Sam. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. Gre. 'Tis well, thou art not fish; if thou hadst,

Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here the collar.

comes two of the house of the Montagues. Sam. I strike quickly, being moved. Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike.

Enter A BRAM and BALTHAZAR. Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves me. Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will

Gre. To move, is--to stir; and to be valiant, is- back thee. to stand to it: therefore, if thou art moved thou Gre. How? turn thy back, and run?

Sam. Fear me not. Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to Gre. No, marry: I fear thee! stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Sam. Let us take the law of our sides; let them Montague's.

begin. Gre. That shows thee a weak slave; for the Gre. I will frown as I pass by; and let them weakest goes to the wall.

take it as they list. Sam. True; and therefore women, being the Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall:-here- them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. fore I will push Montague's men from the wall, Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? and thrust his maids to the wall.

Sam. I do bite my thumb, sir. Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? us their mel).

Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say-ay? Sam. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: Gre. No. when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel Sam. No, sir; I do not bite my thumb at you with the maids; I will cut off their heads.

sir: but I bite my thumb, sir. " Apbrass formerly in use, to signify the bearing injuries.

» Poor Jobu is bake, dried and salted.

Gre. D. you quarrel, sir?

La. Mon. O, where is Romeo ?- !-saw you him to. Abr, arrel, sir? no, sir,

day? Sam. Hi you do, sir, I am for you; I serve as Right glad I am, he was not at this fray. duod a man as you.

Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshippo sun Ar. No better.

Peer'd6 forth the golden window of the east, Sam. Well, sir.

A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad; Enter BENVOLIO, at a distance.

Where,-underneath the grove of sycamore,

That westward rooteth from the city's side,Gre, Say--better; here comes one of my mas- So early walking did I see your son: ter's kinsmen. Sum. Yes, better, sir.

Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me

And stole into the covert of the wood : Abr. You lie.

I, measuring his affections by my own,Sam. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, remem

That most are busied when they are most alone,'ber thy swashing blow.

( They fight. Pursued my humor, not pursuing his, Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords; you know And gladly shunnid who gladly iled from me. not what you do. (Beats down their Swords. Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, Enter TYBALT.

With tears augmenting the fresh morning's den,

Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighe Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heart- But all so soon as the all-cheering sun less hinds?

Should in the furthest east begin to draw furn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

The shady curtains from Aurora's bed, Ben. I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Away from light steals home my heavy son, Or manage it to part these men with me.

And private in his chamber pens himselt; Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out, the word,

And makes himself an artificial night: As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee;

Black and portentous must this humor prove, Have at thee, coward.

(They fight. Unless good counsel may the cause remove. Enter sereral Partizans of both Houses, who join

Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause ! the Fray; then enter Citizens with Clubs.

Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him.

Ben. Have you importuned him by any means ! Cit. Clubs,3 bills, and partizans! strike! beat

Mon. Both by myself and many other friendsı them down!

But he, his own affections' counsellor, Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues! Is to himself,-1 will not say, how trueEnter CAPULET in his Gown, and LADY CAPulet. But to himself so secret and so close,

So far from sounding and discovery, Cap. What noise is this ?-Give me my long As is the bud bit with an envious worm, sword, ho!

Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch!-Why call you for

Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. a sword ?

Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow Cap. My sword, I say!-Old Montague is come,

We would as willingly give cure, as know. And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

Enter Romeo, at a distance. Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE.

Ben. See, where he comes: So please you, step Mon. Thou villain, Capulet,-Hold me not, let

aside; me go!

I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe. Mon. I would, thou wert so happy by thy stay,

To hear true shrift.-Come, madam, let's away. Enter Prince, with Attendants.

[Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady. Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Ben. Good-morrow, cousin. Profaners of this neighbor-stained steel,


Is the day so young! Will they not hear?-what, ho! you men, you Ben. But new struck nine. beasts,


Ah me! sad hours seem long. That quen:h the fire of your pernicious rage Was that my father that went hence so fast? With purple fountains issuing from your veins, Ben. It was:—What sadness lengthens Romen's On pain of torture, from those bloody hands

hours? Throw your mistemper'di weapons to the ground Rom. Not having that, which having, mal.s And hear the sentence of your moved prince.

them short. Thr civil brawls, bred of an airy word,

Ben. In love? By thee, old Capulet and Montague,

Rom. OutHave thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets;

Ben. Of love? And made Verona's ancient citizens

Rom. Out of her favor, where I am in love. Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,

Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, To wield old partizans, in hands as old,

Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate. Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still. If ever you disturb our streets again,

Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Your lives shall pay the forteit of the peace. Where shall we dine!-Ò me!-What fray was For this time, all the rest depart away:

here? You, Capulet, shall go along with me;

Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. And, Montague, come you this afternoon,

Here's much to do with hate, but more with love :To know our further pleasure in this case,

Why then, O brawling love! O loring hate! Co old Free-town, our common judgment-place. O any thing, of nothing first create! Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. O heavy lightness ! serious vanity!

(Exeunt Prince and Attendants; CAPULET, Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!

LADY CAPULET, TYBALT, Citizens, und Feather of lead, bright smoke,cold fire, sick bealth!

Still waking sleep, that is not what it is!
Mon. Whosetthisancient quarrel new abroach!- | This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began? Dost thou not laugh ?
Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary, Ben.

No, coz, I rather weep. And yours,

close fighting ere I did approach : Rom. Good heart, at what?' I drew to part them; in the instant came


At thy good heart's oppression The tiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared;

Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, Griets of mine own lie heavy in my breast; He swung about his head, and cut the winds, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn: With more of thine: this love, that thou nast While we were interchanging thrust and blows,

shown, Came more and more, and fought on part and part, Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Till the prince came, who parted either part. Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs;

• Clubs was the usual exclamation at an affray in the Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes: streets, as we d w call Watch!

being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lover'lears: • Augry. • A kind of pike.

• Appeared.

is :

What is it else? a madness most discreet,

Inheritat my house; hear all, all see, choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

And like her most, whose merit most shall be: Farewell, my coz.

(Gong. Such, amongst view of many, mine, being one, B-n. Soft, I will go along;

May stand in number, though in reckoning none. An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

Coine, go with me:-Go, sirrah, trudge about Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; Through fair Verona ; find those persons out, This is not Romeo, he's some other where.

Whose names are written there, (Gives a Paper.) Ben. Tell me in sadness who she is vou love.

and to them say, Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee! My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. Ben. Groan ? why no;

(Ereunt CAPULET and PARIS. But sadly tell me, who.

Serv. Find them out, whose names are written Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will :- here? It is written-that the shoemaker should Ah, word ill-urged to one that is so ill!

meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his Ben. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you lov’d. i nets; but I am sent to find those persons, whose Rom. A right good marksman !-And she's fair names are here writ, and can vever find what I love.

names the writing person hath here writ. I must Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. to the learned :-In good time. Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss: she'll not be hit

Enter BENVOLIO and Roveo. With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit;

Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's And, in strong proof of chastity well armid,

burning, From love's weak childish bow'she lives unharm.d. One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; She will not stay the siege of loving terms,

Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning: Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,

One desperate grief cure with another's lanNor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:

guish: (), she is rich in beauty; only poor,

Take thou some new infection to thy eye, That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. And the rank poison of the old will die. Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still live Rom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that. chaste!

Ben. For what, I pray thee? Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge Rom.

For your broken shin. waste;

Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad? For heauty, starv'd with her severity,

Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman Cuts beauty off from all posterity. She is too fair, too wise; wisely ioo fair,

Shut up in prison, kept without my food. To merit bliss by making me despair:

Whipp'd and tormented, and-Good-e'en, good She hath forsworn to love; and in that vow,

fellow. Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.

Serv. God gi' good-e'en.--I pray, sir, can you Ben. Be ruled by me, forget to think of he..

read? Rom. O, teach me how I should forget to think. Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes;

Serv. Perhaps you have learn'd it withoui book: Erainine other beauties.

But I pray, can you read any thing you see? Rom. 'Tis the way

Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the lanTo call hers, exquisite, in question more:

guage. These bappy musks, that kiss fair ladies' brows, Serv. Ye say honestly: Rest you merry! Being blach, put us in mind they hide the fair; Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read.

Reads. He, that is struchen blind. cannot forget

Signior Martino, and his wife and daughters; The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:

County Anselme, and his beautemis sisters; The Show me a mistress that is passing fair,

lady widow of Vitruvio; Signier Placentio, and his What doth her beauty serve, but as a note

lovely nieces; Mercutio, and his brother Valentine; Where I may read, who pass'd that passing fair ? Mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters ; My Farewell; thou canst not teach me to forget. fair niece Rosaline ; Livia; Signior Valentio, ani Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena.

[ Exeunt. A fair assembly; (Gires back the Nute.] Whither

should they come? SCENE II.-A Street.

Serv. Up. Enter CAPCLET, PARIS, and Servant.

Rom. Whither?

Serv. To supper; to our house. Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I,

Rom. Whose house? In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,

Serv. My master's. For men so old as we to keep the peace.

Rom. Indeed, I should have asked you that bePar. Of honorable reckoningi are you both;

fore. And pity 'tis, you liv'd at odds so long.

Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking: My But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before:

of the house of Montagues, I pray,come and crush My child is yet a stranger in the world,

a cup or wine. Rest you merry.

(Exit. She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Let two more summers wither in their pride, Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

With all the admired beauties of Verona. Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, Cap. And too soon marrd are those so early Compare her face with some that I shall show, made.

And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye She is the hopeful lady of my earth:

Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,

fires ! My will to her consent is but a part;

And these, who, often drown'd, could never die, An she agree, within her scope of choice

Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars ! Les my consent and fair according voice.

One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,

Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun. Whereto I have invited many a guest,

Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by Fuch as I love; and you, among the store,

Herself pois'd' with herself in either eye: One more, most welcome, makes my number

But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd

Your lady's love against some other maid At my poor house, look to behold this night

That I will show you, shining at this teast, Farth-treading stars, that make dark heaven light: And she shall scantshow well, that now shows best. Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel When well-apparell'd April on the heel

Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,

But to rejoice in splendor of mine own. (Exeunt. of limsing winter treads, even such delight Among fresh female birds shall you this night

• To inherit, in the language of Shakspeare. is to possess.

: We still say, in cant language, crack a bottle. Account, estimation.

" Weighed.

Scarcely, hardly.


SCENE III.-A Room in Capulet's House.

Here, in Verona, ladies of esteem,

Are made already mothers : by my count,
Enter LAVY CAPULET and Nurse.

I was your mother much upon these years La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter ? call her that you are now a maid.Thus then, in brief:forth to me.

The valiant Paris seeks you for bis love. Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, old,

As all the world-Why, he's a man of walls I bade her come.-What, lamb! what, lady-bird! La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a God forbid !-where's this girl ?-what, Juliet!

fiower. Enter JULIET.

Nurse. Nay, he's a flower, in faith, a very flower.

La. Cap. What say you ? can you love ibe Jul. How now, who calls?

gentleman ? Nurse. Your mother.

This night you shall behold him at our feast :

Madam, I am here, Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
What is your will?
La. Cap. This is the matter:-Nurse, give leave Examine every married lineament,

And tind delight writ there with beauty's pen, a while, We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back again; And what obscured in this fair volume lies,

And see how one another lends content:
I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel.
Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age.

Find written in the margin of his eyes.

This precious book of love, this unbound lover, Nurse. Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.

To beautify him only lacks a cover: La. Cap. She's not fourteen.

The fish lives in the sea ;' and 'tis much pride, Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,

For fair without the fair within to hide: And yet, to my teen3 be it spoken, I have but four,- | That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, She is not fourteen: How long is it now

That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; To Lammas-tide?

So shall you share all that he doth possess, La. Cup. A fortnight and odd days.

By having him, making yourselt no less. Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Nurse. No less ? nay, bigger; women grow by Come Lammas-eve at night, shall she be fourteen.

men. Susan and she - God rest all Christain souls ! Were of an age.-Well, Susan is with God;

La. Cap-Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' She was too good for me: But as I said,

Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking more: On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;

But no more deep will I endart mine ere, That shall she, marry; I remember it well.

Than your consent gives strength to make it ily. 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years; And she was wean'd, -I never shall forget it,

Enter a Servant Of all the days in the year, upon that day:

Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall,

up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse

cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. My lord and you were then at Mantua :

I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow Nay, I do bear a brain:\--But, as I said,

straight. When it did taste the worm wood on the nipple

La. Cap. We follow thee.-Juliet, the county Of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool!

stays. To sre it teichy, and fall out with the dug.

Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to hanno Shake.quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,


Ercant. To bid me trudge. And since that time it is eleven years:

SCENE IV.-A Street. For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,5 She could have run and waddled all about, Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENTOLIO, with fire or sit For even the day before, she broke her brow:

Maskers, Torchbearers, and others. And then my husband-God be with his soul!

Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our 'A was a merry man ;-took up the child:

excuse? Yea, quoth he, dost thou fall upon thy face?

Or shall we on without apology? Thou urill fall buckward.when thou hast more wit;

Ben. The date is out of such prolirity: Wilt thou not, Jule.? and by my holy dam..

We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, The pretty wretch left crying, and said- Ay:

Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
To see now, how a jest shall come about!
I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,

Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;?

Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke I never should forget it; Wilt thou not, Jule?

After the prompter, for our entrance : quoth he:

But, let them measure us by what they will, And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said-Ay.

We'll measure them a measure, and be gone. La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy

Rom. Give me a torch, I am not for thos peace.

ambling; Nurse. Yes, madam; Yet I cannot choose but Being but heavy, I will bear the light.

laugh, To think it should leave crying, and say-Ay:

Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you

dance. And yet I warrant, it had upon its brow

Rom. Not I, believe me : you have dancing shoes, A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone;

With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead.
A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly.

So stakes me to the ground, I cannot more.
Yea, quoth my husband, fall'st upon thy face? Mer. You are a lover: borrow Cupid's wings,
Thmi will fall backward, when the com'st to age; And soar with them above a common tound.
Wilt thou not, Jule? it stinted, and said-Ay.
Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.

Rom. I am too sore impierced with his shaft

To soar with his light feathers; and so bound, Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to

I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: his grace!

Under love's heavy burden do I sink. Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd:

Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love; An I might live to see thee married once,

Too great oppression for a tender thing. I have my wish.

Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme

Too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks like thur. I came to talk of:-Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your disposition to be married ?

Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with

love; Jul. It is an honor that I dream not of.

Nurse. An honor! were not I thine only nurse, • Well made, as if he had been modelled in wax.
I'd say, thou had'st suck'd wisdom from thy teat. • The comments on ancient books were always printer
Li. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger in the margin.
than you,

'i.e. Is not yet caught, whore skin was wanted to And

him. • To IV sorrow.

A scare-crow, a figure made up to frighten Crows .i. . I have a perfect remembrance or reco tion.

• A dat • The cross. • Holy dame, ie the blessed Virgin. • A toreb hearer was a constant appendage to every • It stopped crying.

troop of maskers.

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Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.- And more inconstant than the wind, who wous Give me a case to put my visage in;

Even now the trozen bosom of the north,

(Putting on a Mask. And, being anger'd, puits away from thence. A visor for a visor!--what care I,

Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. What curious eye doth quotes deformities?

Ben. This wind you talk ot, blows us from our. Here are the beetle brows, shall blush for me.

selves; Ben. Come, knoch, and enter; and no sooner in, Supper is done, and we shall come too late. But every man beta ke bim to his legs.

Rom. I tear, too early : for my inind misgives, Rom. Á torch for me: let wantons, light of Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, heart,

Shall bitterly begin bis fearful date
Tickle the senseless rushesh with their heels; With this night's revels; and expire the term
Forlam proverb'd with a grandsire phrase, Ofa despised life, clos'd in my breast,
I'll be a candle-holder, and look on,-

By some vile forteit of untimely death:
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
Mer. Tut! dun's the mouse, the constable's own Direct my sail!--on, lusty gentlemen.

Ben. Strike, drum.

(Exeunt. If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Oi this (-ave reverence) love, wherein thou stick'st

SCENE V-A Hall in Capulet's House.
Upto the ears.-Come, we burn daylight, ho,
Rom. Nay, that's not so.

Musicians waiting. Enter Servants.
I mean, sir, in delay.

1 Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to tako We waste our lights in vain. like lamps by day.

away? he shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher! Take our good meaning: for our judgment sits

2 Šerv. When yood manners shall lie all in one Five times in that, cre once in our tive wits.

or two men's hands, and they unwashed too, 'lis a Rom. And we mean well, in going to this mask; foul thing. But 'tis no wit to go.

| Serv. Away with the joint stools, remove the Mer. Why, may one ask?

court-cupboard, look to ihe plate: -- good thou, Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night. Mer.

And so did I.

save me a piece of march-pane;- and, as thou love'st

me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone, and Rom. Well, what was yours? Mer. That dreamers often lie.

Nell.–Antony! and Potpan!

2 Serv. Ay, boy; ready. Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things

1 Serv. You are looked for, and called for, asked true. Mer. (), then, I see, queen Mab hath been with for, and sought for, in the great chamber.

2 Serv. We cannot be here and there too.-yoll.

Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes

liver take all.

[They retire behinil. In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman,

Enter CAPULET, &c., with the Guests and Maskers. Drawn with a team of little atomies7 Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep:

Cap. Gentlemen, welcome! ladies, that have

their toes Her wagyon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; The cover, oi'ihe wings of grasshoppers;

Unplagued with corns, will have a bout with you:

Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all The traces, of the smallest spider's web;

Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, she, The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams :

l'll swear, hath corns; Am I come near you now? Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film:

You are welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day, Her way oner, a small grey-coated gnat,

That I have worn a visor; and could tell
Not halt so big as a round little worm

A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid:
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut.

Such as would please :--'tisgone, 'lis gone. 'lis gone.

You are welcome, gentlemen!--Come, musicians, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub,

play, Time out of mind the tairies' coach-makers.

A hall! a ball !3 give room, and foot it, girls. And in this stale she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of

[Music plays, and they dance. love:

More light, ye knaves; and turn the tables up, On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.straight :

Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees : Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet; o'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream;

For you and I are past our dancing days: Which oit the angry Mab with blisters plagues,

How long is't now, since last yourself and I Because their breath with sweet-meats tainted are.

Were in a mask? Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,

2 Cup.

By'r lady, thirty years. And then dreams he of smelling out a suit:

i Cup. What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail,

much: Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep,

'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, Then dreams he of another be retice:

Come Pentecost as quickly as it will, Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,

Some tive-and-twenty years; and then we mask'd. And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,

2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sır: Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,

His son is thirty. Of healths tive fathom deep; and then anon

1 Cap.

Will you tell me that? Drums in his ear; at which he siarts, and wakes;

His son was but a ward two years ago. And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two,

Rom. What lady's that which doth enrich the And sleeps again. This is that very Mab,

hand That plais the manes of horses in the night;

Of yonder knight? And bakes the ell-locks in foul sluttish hairs,

Serv. I know not, sir. Which once untangled, much misturtune bodes

Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! This is the hay, when maids lie on their backs, Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night That presses them, and learns them tirst to bear,

Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear: Making them women of good carriage.

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! This, ihis is she

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace;

As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. Thou talk'st ot' nothing.

The measurer done. I'll watch her place of stand, Mer.

True, I talk of dreams; And, touching hers, make happy my rude hand. Which are the children of an idle brain,

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! Bezot ot nothing but vain fantasy;

For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. Which is as thin of substance as the air;

Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague:

Fetch me my rapier, boy :- What! dares the slave Otserve.

Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, • It was anciently the custom to strew rooms with rushes. To tleer and scorn at our solemnity? Atoms.

• A place in court. Hi.e. Fairy.locks, locks of hair clotted and tangled in "A sideboard on which the plate was placed.

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