Begot of nothing, but vain phantafy; And more unconftant than the wind; who wooes Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; With this night's revels; and expire the term By fome vile forfeit of untimely death. [They march about the Stage, and Exeunt. SCENE changes to a Hall in Capulet's House. 1 Serv. WE trencher! 7 Here's Potpan, that he helps not to take away; he shift a trencher! he scrape a 2 Serv. When good manners fhall lie all in one or two men's hands, and they unwafh'd too, 'tis a foul thing. 1 Serv. Away with the joint ftools, remove the courtcup-board, look to the plate: good thou, fave me a piece of march pane; and, as thou loveft me, let the porter let in Sujan Grindstone, and Nell. Antony, and Petpan 2 Serv. Ay, boy, ready. 1 Serv. You are look'd for, call'd for, afk'd for, and fought for, in the great chamber. z Serv. We cannot be here and there too; cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer liver take all. [Exeunt. VOL. VIII. Enter Enter all the Guefts and Ladies, with the mafkers. 1 Cap. Welcome, gentlemen. Ladies, that have your feet Unplagu'd with corns, we'll have a bout with you. Will now deny to dance? She that makes dainty, A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, Such as would please: 'tis gone; 'tis gone; 'tis gone! 2 Cap. By'r lady, thirty years. 1 Cap. What, man! 'tis not fo much, 'tis not so much; "Tis fince the nuptial of Lucentio, Come Pentecoft as quickly as it will, Some five and twenty years, and then we mafk’d. 2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more; his fon is elder, Sir: His fon is thirty. 1 Cap. Will you tell me that? His fon was but a ward two years ago, Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight? Sery. I know not, Sir. Rom. O, fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright; Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night, Like a rich jewel in an Æthiop's ear: Did my heart love till now? forfwear it, fight; Tyb. This by his voice fhould be a Montague. Cap. Why how now, kinfman, wherefore ftorm you fot A villain, that is hither come in fpight, To fcorn at our folemnity this night. Tyb. That villain Romeo. Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; Tyb. It fits, when fuch a villain is a guest. Cap. He shall be endur'd. What, goodman boy-I fay, he fhall. Go to f You'll not endure him! God fhall mend my foul, You will fet cock-a-hoop? you'll be the man ? Cap. Go to, go to, You are a faucy boy-is't fo, indeed ? This trick may chance to fcathe you ; I know what, Well faid, my hearts: : -You are a princox, go: B 2 Tybi Tyb. Patience perforce, with wilful choler meeting, Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw; but this intrufion fhall, Now feeming fweet, convert to bitter gall. Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand (12) [To Juliet. This holy fhrine, the gentle fine is this; My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready ftand, To fmooth that rough touch with a tender kifs. Jul Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion fhews in this; For faints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, They pray, (grant thou) left faith turn to defpair. Jul. Saints do not move, yet grant for prayers' fake. Rom. Then move not, while my prayers' effect I take: Thus from my lips, by thine, the fin is purg'd. [Kifing her. Jul. Then have my lips the fin that late they took. Rom. Sin from my lips! O trefpafs, fweetly urg'd! Give me my fin again. Jul You kifs by the book. Nurfe. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Rom. What is her mother? Nurfe. Marry, bachelor, (12) If I profane with my unworthy hand This holy fhrine, the gentle fin is this, [To her Nurse. My lips, two blufhing pilgrims, &c.] All profanations are fuppos'd to be expiated eiter by fome meritorious action, or by fome penance undergone and punishment fubmitted to. So, Romeo would here fay, If I have been profane in the rude touch of my hand, my lips ftand ready, as two bluthing pilgrims, to take off that offence, to atone for it, by a fweet penance. Our Poet therefore must have wrote the gentle fine is this. So, in Two Gentlemen of Verona. My penance is to call Lucetta back, Mr. Warburton. Her Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wife and virtuous, Rom. Is the a Capulet? O dear account! my life is my foe's debt, [Exeunt. Jul. Come hither, nurfe. What is yon gentleman ? Narfe. The fon and heir of old Tiberio. Jul. What's he that now is going out of door? Jul. What's he, that follows here, that would not Jul. Go, afk his name. If he be married, T [dance? Jul. My only love fprung from my only hate Nurse. Anon, anon [One calls within, Juliet, Come, let's away, the ftrangers all are gone. [Exeunt. Enter CHORUS. Now old Defire doth on his death-bed lie, And young Affection gapes to be his heir: That fair, for which love groan'd fore, and would die, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. B 3 Now |