Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from our- Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Rom. I fear, too early: for my mind misgives, 7. e. Fairy-locks, locks of hair clotted and tangled in the night. Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, With this night's revels; and expire the term SCENE V. A Hall in Capulet's House. Musicians waiting. Enter Servants. [Exeunt. 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, 'tis a foul thing. 8 t 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 a while, and the longer liver take all. [They retire behind. A cupboard set in a corner like a beaufet on which the plate 9 Almond-cake. was placed. Enter CAPULET, &c. with the Guests and the Maskers. Cap. Gentlemen, welcome! ladies, that have their toes 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 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. 1 Cap. What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much: "Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, Come pentecost as quickly as it will, Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd. 1 i. e. Make room. 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. 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! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! 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? To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. 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 spite, 'Tis he, that villain Romeo.. 1 Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, 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. 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 scath4 you;-I know what. Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting, [Exit. |