up I bade her come. What, lamb! what, lady- And then my husband - God be with his soul! bird!'A was a merry man took the child: "Yea," quoth he, "dost thou fall upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit: God forbid !—where's this girl? what, Juliet! Enter JULIET. Jul. How now; who calls? Nurse. Your mother. Jul. Madam, I am here. What is your will? Lady C. This is the matter: leave awhile; Wilt thou not, Jule?" and, by my holy-dam, I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, Nurse, give I never should forget it: "Wilt thou not, Jule?" quoth he: We must talk in secret. Nurse, come back And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said “ again; I have remembered me, thou shalt hear our counsel. Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age. Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth And yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but A parlous knock: and it cried bitterly. Were of an age. -Well, Susan is with God; "Yea," quoth my husband, "fall'st upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou com'st to age; say I. Nurse. Peace; I have done. God mark thee Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed: For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, As all the world-why, he's a man of wax. She could have run and waddled all about. For even the day before, she broke her brow: Lady C. Verona's summer hath not such a flower. Searing the ladies like a crowkeeper; Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast; After the prompter, for our entrance: 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- With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead, Mer. You are a lover: borrow Cupid's wings, Nurse. No less? nay, bigger; women grow by I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: Under love's heavy burden do I sink. 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 boisterous; and it pricks like thorn. Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with [Exeunt. Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels; SCENE IV.. A Street. Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torchbearers, and others. I'll be a candle-holder, and look on; – Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our If thou art dun, we 'll draw thee from the mire excuse? Or shall we on without apology? Ben. The date is out of such prolixity. We'll have no Cupid hoodwinked with a scarf, Of this (save reverence) love, wherein thou stick'st Mer. - I mean, sir, in delay She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers fingers, who straight dream on fees: 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. Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, Cap. Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! their toes Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you :Ah, ha, my mistresses! which of all you Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, she I'll swear hath corns : - am I come near you now? That I have worn a vizor, and could tell Such as would please :- 't is gone, 't is gone, 't is gone. You are welcome, gentlemen! - Come, musicians, To scorn at our solemnity this night. 1st Cup. Young Romeo is 't? 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. He bears him like a portly gentleman; 1st Cap. What, man! 't is not so much, 't is Shew a fair presence, and put off these frowns, Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich the You will set a cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! I'll make you quiet-what!-Cheerly, my O dear account! my life is my foes' debt. Which mannerly devotion shews in this; For saints have hands that pilgrim's hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do: They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to de spair. Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the best. gone: We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. I'll to my rest. [Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse. man? Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio. Nurse. I know not. Jul. Go, ask his name: if he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed. Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague; The only son of your great enemy. Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for Prodigious birth of love it is to me, |