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Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace;
Mer. True, I talk of dreams;
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,
Ben. Strike, druin.
SCENE V.-A hall in Capulet's house.
Musicians waiting. Enter Servants. i 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.
i Sero. Away with the joint-stools, remove the courtcupboard, 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 Sero. Ay, boy; ready.
I Sero. 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.
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: Ab 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 sen the day, That I have worn a visor ; and could tell
A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
[Music plays, and they dance.
2 Cap. By’r lady, thirty years.
i 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.
2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sir; His son is thirty.
i 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 bangs 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, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, inake happy my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague:-
i Cap. Young Romeo is't?
i Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone,
Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest;
i Cap. He shall be endur'd:
You will set cock-a-boop! you'll be the man !
Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
i Cap. Go to, go to,
Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting,
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
sake. Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg’d.
[Kissing her. Jul. Then bave my lips the sin, that they bave took.