Mer. You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, And soar with them above a common bound. Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft To soar with his light feathers; and so bound I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: Under love's heavy burden do I sink. 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 boisterous; 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 What curious eye doth quote deformities? Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, 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, Or-save your reverence-love, wherein thou stick'st Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho! Rom. Nay, that's not so. Mer. Rom. Well, what was yours? And so did I. That dreamers often lie. 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 Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sics straight; O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees; This is she Rom. Peace, peace! Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Supper is done, and we shall come too late. With this night's revels, and expire the term [Exeunt. SCENE V. The Same. A Hall in CAPULET'S House. Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen. First Serv. Where's Potpan, that be helps not to take away? He shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher! Second Serv. When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands, and they unwashed too, 't is a foul thing. First 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! Second Serv. Ay, boy; ready. First Serv. You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber. Third 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 ye now? 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, you 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? Second Cap. By'r Lady, thirty years. Cap. What! man; 't is not so much, 't is not so much: |