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La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy
peace. Nurse. Yes, madam ; Yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying, and say-Ay : And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone; A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly. Yea, quoth my husband, fallst upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward, when thou com'st to age ; Wilt thou not, Jule? it stinted, and said—Ay.
Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme
Jul. It is an honour, that I dream not of.
Nurse. An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man,
La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.
Nurse. No less ? nay, bigger; women grow by men.
Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
Enter a Servant. Sero. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.
La. Cap. We follow thee. Juliet, the county stays. Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
[Exeunt. SCENE IV.-A street.
Enter Romeo, Mercurio, Benvolio, with five or six
Maskers, torch-bearers and others. Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our ex
Ben. The date is out of such prolixity:
Rom. Give me a torch,-I am not for this ambling; Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance,
Rom. Not I, believe me : you have dancing shoes, With nimble soles : I have a soul of lead, So stakes me to the ground, I cannot move.
Mer. You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft,
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 boist’rous; 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? Here are the beetle-brows, shall blush for me.
Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no sooner in, But every man betake him to his legs.
Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart,
Rom. Nay, that's not so.
Mer. I mean, sir, in delay
Rom. And we mean well, in going to this mask;
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 On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep: Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; The cover, of the wings of grashoppers; The traces, of the smallest spider's web; The collars, of the moonshine's watry beams : Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film: Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm, Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid: Her chariot is an empty hazel nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees : O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream; Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweet-meats tainted are. Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit: And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tail, Tickling a parson's nose as ’a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,