Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; love; O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight; O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Which are the children of an idle brain Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes 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 By some vile forfeit of untimely death: [Exeunt. SCENE V.-A Hall in CAPULET'S House Musicians 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, 't is 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 awhile, and the longer liver take all. [They retire behind. Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers Cap. Welcome, gentlemen! ladies, that have their toes Unplagued 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? Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day That I have worn a visor, and could tell A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, Such as would please; 't is gone, 't is gone, 't is gone. You are welcome, gentlemen!-Come, musicians, play. A hall, a hall give room; and foot it, girls. [Music plays, and they dance. More light, ye knaves! and turn the tables up, And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.—— Ab, sirrah, this unlooked-for sport comes well. For you and I are past our dancing days : 2 Cap. By 'r lady, thirty years. Cap. What, man! 't is not so much, 't is not so much. 'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, Come Pentecost as quickly as it will, Some five-and-twenty years; and then we masked. 2 Cap. 'T is more, 't is more: his son is elder, sir; His son is thirty. Cap. Will you tell me that? His son was but a ward two years ago. Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight? Serv. I know not, sir. Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she 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, |