Being but heavy, I will bear the light. 470 Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. Rom. Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes, Rom. I am too sore enpearced with his shaft, 480 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, But every man betake him to his legs. 490 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,I'll be a candle-holder, and look on. The 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, 499 Or (save your reverence) love, wherein thou stick'st Up to the ears.-Come, we burn day-light, ho. Rom. Nay, that's not so. Mer. I mean, sir, in delay We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Rom. And we mean well, in going to this mask; But 'tis no wit to go. 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 lye. 510 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 In shape no bigger than an agate-stone Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep: Her waggon spokes made of long spinners' legs; 520 The 530 The collars of the moonshine's watry beams; Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes. 540 550 This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them, and learns them first to bear, This is she Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Mer. True, I talk of dreams; 560 Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from our selves; Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Rom. I fear, too early: for my mind misgives, 570 With this night's revels; and expire the term By some vile forfeit of untimely death; Ben. Strike, drum. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE V. A Hall in CAPULET'S House. Enter Servants. 1 Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? he shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher! 580 2 Serv. When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands, and they unwash'd 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 lov`st me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone, and Nell, Antony! and Potpan? 2 Serv. Ay, boy; ready. 1 Serv. You are look'd for, and call'd for, ask'd for, and sought for, in the great chamber. 591 2 Serv. We cannot be here and there too.-Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer liver take all. [Exeunt. Enter CAPULET, &c. with the Guests and the Maskers. 1 Cap. Welcome, gentlemen! ladies, that have their feet Unplagu'd 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, I'll swear, hath corns; Am I come near you now? You are welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day, That I have worn a visor; and could tell 600 A whispering |