A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, Such as would please ;-'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone: You are welcome, gentlemen.-Come, musicians, play. A hall! a hall! give room, and foot it, girls. [Musick 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 Cap. By'r lady, thirty years. 610 1 Cap. What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not se 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? His son was but a ward two years ago, 620 Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich the Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Æthiop's ear: Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, 630 And, touching her's, 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 antick face, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, 1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? wherefore storm you so ? Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; A villain, that is hither come in spight, To scorn at our solemnity this night. 1 Cap. Young Romeo is't? Tyb. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. 1 Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, 640 650 Shew a fair presence, and put off these frowns, Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest; 1 Cap. He shall be endur'd; What, goodman boy !—I say, he shall:-Go to ;— Am I the master here, or you? go to. 660 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, You are a saucy boy :-Is't so, indeed? This trick may chance to scathe you ;-I know what. You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time- Tyb. Patience perforce, with wilful choler meeting, [Exit. [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, D 680 Which Which mannerly devotion shews in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. 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. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd. 690 [Kissing her. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! Give me my sin again. Jul. You kiss by the book. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Rom. What is her mother? Nurse. Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous: I tell you-he, that can lay hold of her, Rom. Is she a Capulet? 700 O dear 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, hopest gentlemen; good night: 710 I'll to my rest. [Exeunt. Jul. Come hither, nurse: What is yon gentle man; Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio. Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? Nurse. That, as I think, is young Petruchio. Jul. What's hè, that follows there, that would not dance? Nurse. I know not. Jul. Go, ask his name: -if he be married, 720 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! 730 |