That I will show you, shining at this feast, [Exeunt. Nurse. Now, by my maiden-head,-at I bade her come.-What, lamb! what, lady: Jul. How now, who calls? Nurse. Jul. Your mother. She is not fourteen: How long is it now She could have run and waddled all about. Thou wilt fall backward, when thou hast Wilt thou not, Jule? and by my holy-dam thy peace. And, pretty fool, it stinted ¶, and said—Ay. La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme I came to talk of :-Tell me, daughter Juliet, Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, As all the world-Why, he's a man of wax #. This night you shall behold him at our feast: Scarce, hardly. To my sorrow. i. e., I have a perfect remembrance or recollectio The cross. • Favour. Holy dame, i. e., the blessed virgin. + Well made, as if he had been modelled in wax. The comments on ancient books were always printed in the margin. § i. e., is not yet caught, whose skin was wanted to bind him. So shall you share all that he doth possess, Serv. 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. Cup. We follow thee.-Juliet, the SCENE IV. A Street. Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without apology? Ben. The date is out of such prolixity* : We'll have no Cupid hood-wink'd with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Being but heavy, I will bear the light. And soar with them above a common bound. Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft, To soar with his light feathers; and so bound, A visor for a visor!-What care I, Here are the beetle-brows, shall blush for me. But every man betake him to his legs. of heart, Tickle the senseless rushes T with their heels; Mer. And so did I. Rom. Well, what was yours? Mer. That dreamers often lie. Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things true. [with you. Mer. O, then I see queen Mab hath been 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: [legs; Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' The cover of the wings of grasshoppers; The traces, of the smallest spider's web; The collars, of the moonshine's wat'ry 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 [straight: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: love: O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream; Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, i. e., Long speeches are out of fashion. + A scare-crow, a figure made up to frighten cows. Observe. This is equivalent to phrases in common use-1 am done for, it is over with me. Atoms. A place in court. Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Supper is done, and we shall come too late. [Exeunt. SCENE V. A Hall in Capulet's House. Musicians waiting. Enter Servants. 1 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. 1 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! 2 Serv. Ay, boy; ready. 1 Serv. 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. Cup. Gentlemen, welcome! ladies, that have their toes [you: Unplagued with corns, will have a bout with Ah 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? A hall! a hall! give room, and foot it, girls. By'r lady, thirty years. 1 Cap. What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not 'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, [so much: Come pentecost as quickly as it will, [mask'd. Some five and twenty years; and then we 2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, His son is thirty. [sir: 1 Cap. Will you tell me that? His son was but a ward two years ago. Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich Of yonder knight? [the hand Serv. I know not, sir. [bright! Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn Her beauty hangs 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, [stand, The measure done, I'll watch her place of And, touching hers, make happy my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Mon tague:[slave Fetch me my rapier, boy:-What! dares the Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. 1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsinan? wherefore storm you so? Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. • i. e., Fairy-locks, locks of hair clotted and tangled in the night. A cupboard set in a corner like a beaufet on which the plate was placed. i. c., Make room. An Ethiopian, a black. + Almond-cake The dance. 1 Cap. He shall be endured; Rom. Is she a Capulet? What, goodman boy!-I say, he shall;-Go O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. You must contrary me! marry, 'tis timeWell said, my hearts:-You are a princoxt; go:[shame! Be quiet, or-More light, more light, for I'll make you quiet; What!-Cheerly, my hearts. [meeting, Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, [Exit. 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 smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. [too much, Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? [prayer. Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; [despair. They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. [effect I take. Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. (Kissing her. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. [urged! Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly Give me my sin again. Jul. You kiss by the book. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word Rom. What is her mother? [with you. Nurse. Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous: I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal; I tell you,-he, that can lay hold of her, Shall have the chinks. Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the gentleman? Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio. Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? [truchio. Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Pe Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would Nurse. I know not. [not dance? 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. [hate! Jul. My only love sprung from my only Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy. Nurse. What's this? what's this? Jul. A. rhyme I learn'd even now Of one I danced withal. [One calls within, JULIET. Nurse. Anon, anonCome, let's away; the strangers all are gone. [Exeunt. Enter CHORUS. Now old Desire doth in his death-bed lie, And young Affection gapes to be his heir; That fair, which love groan'd for, and would die, With tender Juliet match'd is now not fair. Now Romeo is beloved, and loves again, Alike bewitched by the charm of looks; But to his foe supposed he must complain, And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: Being held a foe, he may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; And she as much in love, her means much less To meet her new-beloved any where: But passion lends them power, time means to meet, Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. [Exit. • Do you au injury. † A coxcomb. A collation of fruit, wine, &c. § Faith, ACT II. SCENE I. An open Place, adjoining Capu- | But, soft! what light through yonder window let's Garden. Enter ROMEO. Rom. Can I go forward, when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. [He climbs the Wall, and leaps down within it. Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO. He heareth not, stirreth not, he moveth not; And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. [trees, Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those To be consorted with the humorous night: Blind is his love, and best befits the dark. Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the Now will he sit under a medlar tree, [mark. And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone. Romeo, good night;-I'll to my truckle-bed; This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep: Come, shall we go? Ben. Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Capulet's Garden. 2. e., Himself. It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!-[breaks ! As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! Jul. Rom. She speaks :O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him. When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air. [Romeo? Jul. O, Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? [Aside. Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes¶, Without that title.-Romeo, doff ** thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself. Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Rome. Jul. What man art thou that, thus be screen'd in night, So stumblest on my counsel ? + Alluding to the old ballad of the king and the beggar. in Shakspeare's time, was used as an expression of tenderness. A votary to the moon, to Diana. Owns, possesses. By a name |