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Ben. Come, knock and enter ; and no sooner in, But every man betake him to his legs..

Rom. A torcit for me. Let wantons light of heart,
Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels;
For I am proverb'd with a grandfire phrase ;
I'll be a candle-holder and look on.

Rom. I dream'd a dream to-night.
Mer. And to did I.
Rom. Well; what was your's?
Mer. T'hat dreamers often lye.
Rom. In bed alleep; while they do dream

things true. Mer. “O then I see Queen Mab hath been with you: • She is the fancy's midwife, and the comes · In shape no bigger than an agat-itone « On the fore finger of an alderman;.. • Drawn with a team of little atomies, . .Athwart mens' notes as they lie asleep: • Her waggon (pokes made of long spinners' legs; • The cover of the wings of grathoppers, • The traces of the smalleit spider's web; ** The collars of the moonsbine’s watry beams; • Her whip of cricket's bone; the lath of film • Her waggoner a small grey · Not half to big as a round little worm, • Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. • Her chariot' is an empty hazel mit, • Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, « Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers :

and look on.
The game was ne'er f, fair, and I am done.

Mer. Tut! dun's tbe mouse, the constable's own word;
If thou art done, we'll draw thee from the mire;
Or, fave your reverence, love, wherein thou stickel
Up to thine ea: $ : come we burn day. light, ho.

Rum. Nay, that's not fo..
Mer. I mean, Sır, in delay
We burn our lighis by light, and lamps by day.
Take our guod meaning, for our judgment sits
Five times in that, ere once in our fine wits.

Rom. And we mean weil in going to this mark;
But 'is no wit to go.

Mier. Why, may one afk ?
Rom. I dream's a dream, &C.

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· And in this stage she gallops, night by night,
“Thro’ lovers' brains, and then they dream of love ::
• On courtiers' knces, that dream on curtfies firait :
• O'er lawyers' fingers, who strait dream on fees:
• O'er ladies' lips, who srait on kiliés dream;
• Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,

Because their breaths with sweet-meats tainted are.
• Sometimes the gallops o’er a courtier's nose,
• And then dreams he of smelling out a fuit :
• änd fometimes comes fe with a tithe-pig's tail,
• Tickling the parion as he lies afloop;

Then dreams he of another benefice.

Sometimes the driveth o'er a soldier's neck, • And then he dreams of cutting foreign throats,

Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanith blades, • Of healthis five fathom deep; and then anon • Druns in his ears, at which he starts and wakes;

And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, • And sleeps again. This is that very Mab

That plates the rancs of horses in the night,

and cakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs,
i Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes. ·
• This is the hag; when maids lie on their backs,
• That presses them, and learns them first to bear;

Making them women of good carriage.
This is the

Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace;
Thou talk'it of nothing.

Nier. True, I talk of dreams;
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing, but vain phantafy;
Which is as thin of substance as the air,
And more unconstant than the wind; who wooes
Ev’n now the frozen bofom of the north,
And being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.

Ben. This wind you talk of, blows us from our felves;
Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
Rom. I fear too early; for my mind mitgives,

Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars,
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels; and expire the term


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Of a despised life clos'd in my breast,
By fome vile forfeit of untimely death.
But he that hath the steerage of my course,
Direct my fuit* ! On, lusty gentlemen.
Ben. Strike, drum.

[They march about the stuge, and exeunt. SCENE VI. Changes to a hall in Capulet's houfe.

Enter Servants, with napkins. 1 Ser. " Where's Fotpan, that he helps not to take away; he thift a trencher ! he scrape a trencher!

2 Ser. " When good manners thall lie all in one or “ two mens' hands, and they unwath'd too, 'tis a foul thing.

“ Away with the joint-stools, remove the " court-cup-board, look to the plate: good thcu, lave

me a piece of inarch-pane; and, as thou loveit me, " let the porter let in Susan Grindstone, and Neil.“ Antony, and Potpan

2 Ser. " Ay, boy, ready.

i Ser, “ You are look'd for, call'd for, ask'd for, and “ fought for, in the great chamber.

2 Ser.“ We cannot be here and there too; cheerly,

boys; be brisk a while, and the longer liver take 56 all.”

[Exeunt. S. CE N E VII. Enter all the Guests and Ladies, with the makers.., i Cap Welcome, Gentlemen. Ladies, that have

I Seri


your feet


Unplagu'd with corns;. we'll have a bout with you. Ah me, my mistresses, which of


all Will now deny to dance ? the that makes dainty, I'll swear hath corns; am I come near you now? Welcome, all, Gentleman. I've seen the day That I have worn a visard, and could tell A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, Such as would pleafe: 'tis gone; 'tis gone; 'tis gone!

[liufic plays, and they dance More light, ye knaves, and turn the tables up; And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. * uit, for co. 1,6, way; nct lov: juit.


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Ah, firrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well.
Nay, fit; nay fit, good coufin Capulet,
For you and I are pait our dancing days.
How long is't now since last yourself and I
Were in a mask ?

2 Cap. By'r lady, thirty years.

i Cap. What, man ! 'tis not so much, 'tis not lo Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio,

[much; 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 fon is thirty.

i Cap. Will you tell me that? His fon was but a ward two years ago."

Rom. What lady's that which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight?

Ser. I know not, Sir.

Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright;
“ Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
" Like a rich jewel in an Æthiop's ear;
Beauty top rich for use, for earth too dear!
So fhews a fnowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching her's, make happy my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, fight;
I never saw true beauty till this night.

Tyb. This by his voice should be a Montague.
Fetch me my rapier, boy: what! dares the fave
Come hither cover'd with an antic face,
To fleer and scorn at our folennity?
Now, by the stock and honour of
To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.

Cap. Why, how now, kinsman, wherefore storm

my kin,

you fo?

Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe :
A villain that is hither come in spight,
To fcorn at our folemnity this night.

Cap. Young Romeo, is't?
Tyb That villain Romeo.

Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
He bears him like a portly gentleman :


And, to say truth, Verona hrags of him,
To be a virtuous and well govern'd youth.
I would not for the wealth of all this town
Here in my house do him disparagement.
Therefore bě patient, take no note of him;
It is my will, the which if thou respect,
Shew a fair presence, and put off these frowns,
An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.

* Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest. I'll not endure him,

Cap. * He shall be endur'd. * Be quiet, or (more light, more light, for shame), " I'll make you quietWhat cheerly, my hearts."

Tyb. Patience perforce, with wilful choler meeting, Makes my Aesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw; but this intrusion (hall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand [To Juliet.

This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this ; My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand,

To finooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too

Which mannerly devotion thews in this; (much, For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,

And palni to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Roin. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Juli Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer, Rom. O then, dear faint, let lips do what hands do. They pray, (grant thou), leit faith turn to despair +

Nurse. Cap. “ He shall be endur'd.

What, goodman boylsay, he shall. Go to me “ Am I the master herp, or you ? go to “ Yu'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul, “ You'll make a nutiny among my guests! “ You will fet cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man?”

Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.

Cap. Go to, 890, “ You are a lucy boy

is't ro, indeed ?
“ This trick may chance to fathe you; I know what,
You must contrary me! Nütrv, 'tis time.
" Weil said, my hearts. - You are a prinox, go:
" Be quier, Coc.

+ ** turn to despair,
Jul, Saints do not move, yet grant

for prayers' lake,


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