In penalty alike; and 't is not hard, I think, Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both; Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before : My child is yet a stranger in the world, She hath not seen the change of fourteen years: Let two more summers wither in their pride, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Par.Younger than she are happy mothers made. The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she; My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. Serv. Find them out whose names are written here? It is written that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned :-In good time. Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO. Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessened by another's anguish ; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's lan guish : Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die. Rom. Your plaintain leaf is excellent for that. Ben. For what, I pray thee? Rom. For your broken shin. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad? Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is: Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipped and tormented, and-Good-e'en, good fellow. Serv. God gi' good-e'en. I pray, sir, can you read? Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. Serv. Perhaps you have learned it without book: But I pray, can you read anything you see? Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the lan guage. Serv. Ye say honestly: rest you merry! Rom. Stay, fellow: I can read. Reads. Signior Martino, and his wife and daughters; County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt: Lucio, and the lively Helena. A fair assembly [gives back the note]. Whither should they come? ̧ Serv. Up. Rom. Whither? Serv. To supper; to our house. Rom. Whose house? Serv. My master's. Rom. Indeed I should have asked you that before. Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry. [Exit. Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; With all the admiréd beauties of Verona: Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall shew, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires! And these who, often drowned, could never die— Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! One fairer than my love!-the all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun. Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by; Herself poised with herself in either eye: But in those crystal scales, let there be weighed Your lady-love against some other maid That I will shew you, shining at this feast, And she shall scant shew well, that now shews best. Susan and she-God rest all Christian souls!- And since that time it is eleven years: Wilt thou not, Jule?" and, by my holy-dam, And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said "Ay." Lady C. 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:" 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. Nurse. Peace; I have done. God mark thee to His grace! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed: Lady C. Marry, that marry is the very theme nurse, I'd say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat. Lady C. Well, think of marriage now: younger than you, Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, As all the world-why, he's a man of wax. Lady C. Verona's summer hath not such a flower. Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. Lady C. What say you? can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast; Nurse. No less? nay, bigger; women grow by men. Lady C. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love? Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move: But no more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. Enter a Servant. Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in extremity. I must hence to wait: I beseech you, follow straight. Lady C. We follow thee.-Juliet, the County stays. Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torchbearers, and others. Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without apology? Ben. The date is out of such prolixity. Being but heavy, I will bear the light. Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you Rom. Not I,believe me: you have dancing-shoes, Rom. I am too sore empiercéd with his shaft, Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love: Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.- A visor for a visor!—what care I She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: [Putting on a mask. Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are. Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels; If thou art dun, we 'll draw thee from the mire wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, Which are the children of an idle brain, Ben. This wind you talk of, blows us from Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Rom. I fear, too early: for my mind misgives, Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels; and expire the term [Exeunt. SCENE V.-A Hall in CAPULET'S House. Musicians waiting. Enter Servants. 1st Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher! 2nd Serv. When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands, and they unwashed too, 't is a foul thing. 1st 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! 2nd Serv. Ay, boy; ready. 1st Serv. You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber. 2nd 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. Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes all Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you That I have worn a visor, and could tell You are welcome, gentlemen!-Come, musicians, play. A hall! a hall! give room, and foot it, girls. By 'r lady, thirty years. 1st Cap. What, man! 't is not so much, 't is not so much: 'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, Come Pentecost as quickly as it will, Some five and twenty years; and then we masked. 2nd Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sir; His son is thirty. 1st 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 Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague:- 1st 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, Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you:- To scorn at our solemnity this night. |