Lady Montague. note
Mon.
Thou villain Capulet!—Hold note me not, let me go note.
La. Mon. note
Thou shalt not stir one note foot to seek a foe.
Enter Prince Escalus, note with his train.
Prin.
Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,— note
-- 8 --
Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
On pain of torture, from those note bloody hands note
Throw your mistemper'd note weapons to the ground,
And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
Three civil brawls note, bred of an airy note word,
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
And made note Verona's note ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming note ornaments note,
To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
Canker'd with peace, to part your note canker'd hate note note:
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
For this time, all the rest depart away:
You, Capulet, shall go along with me;
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our farther note pleasure in this case,
To old Free-town, our common judgement-place.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
[Exeunt note all but Montague, Lady Montague, and Benvolio.
note
Mon. note
Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
Ben.
Here were the servants of your adversary
And yours close fighting ere I did approach:
-- 9 --
I drew to part them: in the instant came
The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared;
Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
He swung note about his head, and cut the winds,
Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd note him in scorn note:
While we were interchanging thrusts note and blows,
Came more and more, and fought on part and part,
Till the prince came, who parted either part note.
La. Mon. note
O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day? note
Right glad I am note he was not at this fray.
Ben.
Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drave note me to walk abroad note;
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore note
That westward rooteth from the city's note side,
So early walking did I see your son:
Towards him I made; but he was ware of me,
And stole into the covert of the wood:
I, measuring his affections by my own,
Which then most sought where most might not be found note,
Being one too many by my weary self note,
Pursued my humour note, not pursuing his note,
And gladly shunn'd note who note gladly fled from me.
Mon.
Many a morning hath he there been seen,
-- 10 --
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's note dew,
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs note:
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should note in the farthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself,
Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out
And makes himself an artificial night:
Black and portentous note must this humour prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
Ben.
My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
Mon.
I neither know it nor can learn note of him.
Ben.
Have you importuned him by any means?
Mon.
Both by myself and many other note friends:
But he, his note own affections' counsellor,
Is to himself—I will not say how true—
But to himself so secret and so close,
So far from sounding and discovery, note
As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun note.
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,
We would as willingly give cure as know.
Enter Romeo. note
Ben.
See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
Mon.
I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.
[Exeunt note Montague and Lady.
-- 11 --
Ben.
Good morrow, cousin.
Rom.
Is the day so young?
Ben.
But new struck note nine.
Rom.
Ay note me! sad hours seem long.
Was that my father that went hence note so fast?
Ben.
It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
Rom.
Not having that which, having, makes them short.
Ben.
In love? note
Rom.
Out— note
Ben.
Of love? note
Rom.
Out of her favour, where I am in love.
Ben.
Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
Rom.
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
Should without eyes see pathways to his will note note!
Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love:
Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
O any thing, of nothing first create note!
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming note forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health note!
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?
Ben.
No, coz, I rather weep.
Rom.
Good heart, at what?
Ben.
At thy good heart's oppression.
Rom.
Why, such is note love's transgression note.
-- 12 --
Griefs of mine note own lie heavy in my breast;
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it note prest
With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
Doth add more grief to too note much of mine own.
Love is a smoke raised note with the fume of sighs;
Being purged note, a fire sparkling note in lovers' eyes;
note note
Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' note tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet note,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Farewell, my coz note.
Ben.
Soft! I will note go along:
An note if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
Rom.
Tut note, I have lost myself; I am not here;
This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
Ben.
Tell me in sadness, who is that note you love.
Rom.
What, shall I groan and tell thee?
Ben.
Groan! why, no;
But sadly tell me who note note.
Rom.
Bid a sick man in sadness make note his will:
Ah, word note ill urged to one that is so ill!
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
Ben.
I aim'd so near when I supposed you loved.
-- 13 --
Rom.
A right good mark-man note! And she's fair I love.
Ben.
A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
Rom.
Well note, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit
With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit,
And in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd note note.
She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Nor bide note the encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor ope note her lap to saint-seducing note gold:
O, she is rich in beauty, only poor
That, when she note dies, with beauty dies her store note.
Ben.
Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
Rom.
She hath, and in that sparing makes note huge waste;
For beauty, starved note with her severity,
Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
She is too note fair, too wise, wisely too note fair,
To merit bliss by making me despair:
She hath forsworn to love; and in that vow
Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.
Ben.
Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.
Rom.
O, teach me how I should forget to think.
Ben. note
By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
Examine other beauties.
Rom.
'Tis the way
To call hers, exquisite, in question note more note:
These note happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows,
Being black, put note us in mind they hide the fair;
-- 14 --
He that is strucken note blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
What note doth her beauty serve but as note a note
Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair? note
Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
Ben.
I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.
[Exeunt.
note
Scene II. [Footnote:
A street. note
Enter note Capulet, Paris, and Servant.
Cap.
But note Montague is bound as well as I,
In penalty alike note; and 'tis not hard, I think, note
For men so old as we note to keep the peace.
Par.
Of honourable reckoning are you both;
And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
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 note mothers made.
Cap.
And too soon marr'd are those so early made note.
The earth note hath swallow'd note note all my hopes but she note,
-- 15 --
She is note the hopeful lady of my earth note note:
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart;
My will to her consent is but a part;
An note she agree note, within her scope of choice
Lies my consent and fair according note voice.
This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
Whereto I have invited many a guest,
Such as I love; and you among the store,
One note more, most welcome note, makes note my number more.
At my poor house look to behold this night
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light note:
Such comfort as do lusty young men note feel
When well-apparell'd April on the heel
Of limping winter treads, even such delight
Among fresh female note buds shall you this night
Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,
And like her most whose merit most shall be:
Which on more note view, of note many note mine being one
May note stand in number, though in reckoning none.
Come, go with me. Go, sirrah, trudge about
Through fair Verona; find those persons out
note
Whose names are written there and to them say,
-- 16 --
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
[Exeunt note Capulet and Paris.
Serv.
Find them out whose names are written here!
It note 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 note whose names are here writ note, and can never find
what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to
the learned note. In good time.
Enter Benvolio and Romeo.
Ben.
Tut, man, one fire burns out note another's burning,
One note pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, and be holp note by backward turning;
One desperate note grief cures note with another's languish:
Take thou some new infection to thy eye note,
And the rank poison of the old will die.
Rom.
Your plantain-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,
Whipt and tormented and—God-den note, good fellow.
Serv.
God gi' god-den note. I pray, sir, can you read?
Rom.
Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
Serv.
Perhaps you have learned note it without book: but,
I pray, can you read any thing you see? note
-- 17 --
Rom.
Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
Serv.
Ye say honestly: rest you merry!
Rom.
Stay, fellow; I can read.
[Reads. note
‘Signior Martino and his wife and daughters note; County note
Anselme note 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 note; Signior
Valentio and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio and the lively note
Helena. note’
note
A fair assembly: whither should they come?
Serv.
Up note.
Rom.
Whither?
Serv.
To supper note; to note our house.
Rom.
Whose house?
Serv.
My master's.
Rom.
Indeed, I should have ask'd 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 note a cup of wine. Rest
you merry!
[Exit. note
Ben.
At this same ancient feast of Capulet's note
Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest note,
With all the admired beauties of Verona:
Go thither, and with unattainted eye
Compare her face with some that I shall show,
And I will make thee note think thy swan a crow.
-- 18 --
Rom.
When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires note;
And these note, who, often drown'd, could never die,
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than my love! note the all-seeing sun
Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
Ben.
Tut note, you saw her fair, none else being by,
Herself poised with herself in either eye:
But in that note crystal scales note let there be weigh'd
Your lady's love note against some other maid
That I will show you shining at this feast,
And she shall scant show well note that now seems note best.
Rom.
I'll go along, no such sight note to be shown,
But to rejoice in splendour of mine own.
[Exeunt. note
note
Scene III. [Footnote:
A room note in Capulet's house.
Enter Lady Capulet note and Nurse.
La. Cap. note
Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.
Nurse.
Now, by my maidenhead at twelve year note old,
-- 19 --
I bade her come. note What, lamb! what, lady-bird!—
God forbid!—Where's this girl? What, Juliet! note
Enter Juliet.
Jul.
How now! who calls?
Nurse.
Your mother.
Jul.
Madam, I am here. What is your will? note note
La. Cap. note
This is the matter. Nurse, give leave awhile,
We must talk in secret:—nurse, come back again;
I have remember'd me, thou's note hear our note counsel.
Thou know'st note my daughter's of a pretty age. note
Nurse.
Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
La. Cap. note
She's not fourteen.
Nurse.
I'll lay fourteen of my note teeth,—
And yet, to my teen note be it spoken, I have but four,—
She is note not fourteen. How long is it note now
To Lammas-tide? note
La. Cap. note
A fortnight and odd days.
Nurse.
Even or odd, of all days in the year,
Come Lammas-eve at night shall note she be fourteen.
Susan and she—God rest all Christian souls!—
Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
She was too good for me:—but, as I said,
On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
-- 20 --
That note shall she, marry; I remember it well.
'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
And she was wean'd,—I never shall forget it—
Of all the days of the year note, upon that day:
For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
Sitting in note the sun under the dove-house wall;
My lord and you were then at Mantua:—
Nay, I do bear a brain:—but, as I said,
When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
Of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
To see it tetchy, and fall out with note the dug!
Shake, quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
To bid me trudge.
And since that time it is eleven note years note;
For then she could note stand high-lone; note nay, by the note rood,
She could have run and waddled all about;
For even the day before, she broke her brow:
And then my husband,—God be with note his soul!
A' was a merry man—took up the child:
‘Yea,’ quoth he, ‘dost thou fall upon thy face?
Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
Wilt thou not, Jule note?’ and, by my holidame,
The pretty wretch left crying, and said ‘Ay.’
To see now how a jest shall come about!
I warrant, an note I should note live a thousand years,
I never should forget it: ‘Wilt thou not, Jule note?’ quoth he;
And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said ‘Ay.’ note
La. Cap. note
Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.
-- 21 --
Nurse.
Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,
To think it should leave crying, and say ‘Ay:’
And yet, I warrant, it had upon note it note brow
A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;
A perilous note knock; and it cried bitterly:
‘Yea,’ quoth my husband, ‘fall'st upon thy face?
Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
Wilt thou not, Jule note?’ it stinted, and said ‘Ay.’ note
Jul.
And stint thou note too, I pray thee, note nurse, say I.
Nurse.
Peace, I have done. God mark thee to note his grace!
Thou wast note the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:
An note I might live to see thee married once,
I have my wish. note
La. Cap. note
Marry, that ‘marry’ note is the very theme
I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet note,
How stands your disposition note to be married?
Jul.
It is note an honour note that I dream not of.
Nurse.
An honour note! were not I thine note only nurse,
I would say note thou hadst suck'd wisdom note from thy teat. note
La. Cap. note
Well, think of marriage now; younger than you
Here in Verona note, ladies of esteem,
Are made already mothers. By note my count,
I was your mother much upon these years
That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief;
The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
-- 22 --
Nurse.
A man, young lady! lady, such a man
As all the world— notewhy, he's a man of wax. note
La. Cap. note
Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
Nurse.
Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.
La. Cap. note
What say you? can you love the gentleman?
This night you shall behold him at our feast:
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' note face,
And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
Examine every married note lineament,
And see how one another lends content;
And what obscured in this fair volume lies
Find written in the margent of his eyes.
This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
The fish lives in the sea note; and 'tis much pride
For fair without the fair within note to hide:
That book in many's note eyes doth share the glory,
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story:
So shall you share all that he doth possess,
By having him making yourself no less.
Nurse.
No less! nay, bigger: women note grow by men. note
La. Cap. note
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 note mine eye
Than your consent gives strength to make it note fly.
Enter a Servingman. note
Serv.
Madam, the guests are come, supper served up,
you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in
-- 23 --
the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to
wait; I beseech you, follow straight note.
La. Cap. note
We follow thee. [Exit Servingman. note] Juliet, the county stays.
Nurse.
Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. note
[Exeunt.
note
Scene IV. [Footnote:
A street. note
Enter Romeo, Mercutio, note Benvolio, with five or six other Maskers, and note Torch-bearers. note
Rom. note
What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
Or shall we on without apology?
Ben. note
The date is out of such prolixity:
We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper note;
Nor no note without-book prologue, faintly spoke
After the prompter, for note our entrance note: note
But, let them measure us by what they will,
We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
Rom.
Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
Being but heavy, I will bear the light. note
Mer. note
Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
-- 24 --
Rom.
Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
With nimble soles: I have a soul note of lead
So stakes me to the ground, I cannot move.
Mer.
You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
And soar with them above a common bound.
Rom.
I am too sore enpierced note with his shaft
To soar with his light feathers, and so bound, note
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
Under love's heavy burthen note do I sink.
Mer. note
And, to sink in it, should note you burthen love; note
Too great oppression for a tender thing.
Rom.
Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and note it pricks like thorn.
Mer.
If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love note down. note
Give note me a case to put my visage in: note
A visor for a visor! note what care I
What curious eye doth quote note deformities?
Here are the beetle-brows shall blush for me.
Ben.
Come, knock and enter, and no sooner in
But every man betake note him to his legs. note
Rom.
A torch for me: let wantons light of heart
Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels;
For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;
I'll be a candle-holder note, and look on.
-- 25 --
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done note.
Mer.
Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire note
Of this sir-reverence love note, wherein thou stick'st note
Up to the note ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho.
Rom.
Nay note, that's not so.
Mer.
I mean, sir, in delay note
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day note.
Take our good meaning, for our judgement sits note
Five times in that ere once in our five note wits.
Rom.
And we mean well, in going to this mask;
But 'tis no wit to go.
Mer.
Why, may one ask? note
Rom.
I dreamt a dream to-night.
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.
note
Mer.
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' note midwife, and she comes
-- 26 --
In shape no note bigger than an note agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies note
Athwart note men's noses as they lie asleep:
Her waggon-spokes made of long note spinners' legs;
The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;
Her traces note, of the smallest spider's note web;
Her collars note note, of the moonshine's watery beams;
Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film note;
Her waggoner, note a small grey-coated gnat,
Not half so big as a round little worm
Prick'd note from the lazy finger note of a maid note:
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut,
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind note the fairies' coachmakers note.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
O'er note courtiers' note knees, that dream on court'sies note straight; note
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream note on fees;
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on note kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths note with sweetmeats tainted are:
-- 27 --
Sometime note she gallops o'er a courtier's note nose note,
And then dreams note he of smelling out a suit;
And sometime note comes she with a note tithe-pig's tail
Tickling a parson's note nose note as a' note lies asleep,
Then he dreams note of another benefice:
Sometime note she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths note five fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear note, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two,
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plats the manes of horses in the night
And bakes note the elf-locks note in foul sluttish hairs,
Which once untangled note much misfortune note bodes: note
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 note is she— note
Rom.
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!
Thou talk'st of nothing.
Mer.
True, I talk of dreams;
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air,
And more inconstant note than the wind, who wooes
-- 28 --
Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face note to the dew-dropping south.
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
Some consequence, yet note hanging in the stars,
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels, and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast note,
By some vile forfeit of untimely death:
But He, that hath the steerage note of my course,
Direct my sail note note! On, lusty gentlemen.
Ben.
Strike, drum.
[Exeunt. note
note
Scene V. [Footnote:
A hall note in Capulet's house.
Musicians waiting. note Enter note Servingmen, with napkins.
First Serv. note
Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take
away? he shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher! note
Sec. Serv. note
When good manners shall lie note all note in one or
two men's hands, and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing. note
-- 29 --
First Serv. note
Away with the joint-stools note, remove the
court-cupboard note, look to the plate. Good thou, save me a
piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest note me, let the porter
let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. note Antony note, and Potpan! note
Sec. Serv. note
Ay, boy, ready.
First Serv. note
You are looked for and note called for, asked
for and sought for, in the great chamber.
Third Serv. note
We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly,
boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all. note
[They retire behind. note
Enter note Capulet, with Juliet and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers.
note
Cap.
Welcome, gentlemen note! ladies that have their toes note note
Unplagued with corns will have a bout note with you:
Ah ha, my note mistresses! which of you all
Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
She, note I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
note
Welcome note, gentlemen note! I have note seen the day
That I have worn a visor, and could tell
A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
-- 30 --
Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:
note
You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, note musicians, play.
A hall, a hall! note note give room! and foot it, girls note.
[Music note plays, and they dance.
More light, you note knaves; and turn the tables up,
And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
For you and I are past our dancing days:
How long is't now since last yourself and I
Were in a mask note?
Sec. Cap.
By'r lady note, thirty years.
Cap. note
What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:
'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, note
Come Pentecost as quickly as it will,
Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.
Sec. Cap.
'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sir;
His son is thirty.
Cap. note
Will you tell me that?
note
His son was but a ward two note years ago.
Rom. [To a Servingman note]
What lady's note that, which doth enrich the hand
Of yonder knight?
note
Serv.
I know not, sir.
Rom.
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she note hangs upon the cheek of night
-- 31 --
Like note a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy note 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, make blessed note my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er note saw true beauty till this night.
Tyb.
This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares note the slave
Come hither note, cover'd with an antic note face,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
To strike him dead I hold it note not a sin.
Cap.
Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so? note
Tyb.
Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;
A villain, that is hither come in spite,
To scorn at our solemnity this night.
Cap.
Young Romeo is it? note
Tyb.
'Tis he note, that villain note Romeo.
Cap.
Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone,
He note bears him like a portly gentleman;
And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
I would not for the wealth of all this note town
Here in my house do him disparagement:
Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
It is my will, the which if thou respect,
Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
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An ill-beseeming semblance for note a feast.
Tyb.
It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
I'll not endure him.
Cap.
He shall be endured:
What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
Am I the master here, or you? go to. note
You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul,
You'll make a mutiny among my guests! note
You will set note cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
Tyb.
Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
Cap.
Go to, go to;
You are a saucy boy: is't note so, indeed?
This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what: note
You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.
Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go: note
Be quiet, or—More light, more light! For shame! note
I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!
Tyb.
Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall,
note
Now seeming note sweet, convert to bitterest note gall.
[Exit. note
Rom. [To Juliet note]
If I profane with my unworthiest note hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine note is this note,
My lips, two note blushing pilgrims, ready note stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
-- 33 --
Jul.
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, note
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that note pilgrims' hands do note 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 despair.
Jul.
Saints do not move, though note grant for prayers' sake. note
Rom.
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take note.
Thus from my lips by thine note my sin is purged.
[Kissing her. note
Jul.
Then have my lips the sin that they have note took.
Rom.
Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin note again.
note
Jul.
You kiss by the note book. note
Nurse.
Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
note
Rom.
What is her mother?
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 note withal;
I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
Shall have the chinks note.
Rom.
Is she a Capulet note?
O dear account! my life is my foe's debt note.
-- 34 --
Ben.
Away, be gone; the sport is at the best.
note
Rom.
Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
Cap.
Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
note
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all;
I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
More torches here! Come on then, note let's to bed.
note
Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:
I'll to my rest.
[Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse. note
Jul.
Come hither, nurse. What is yond note gentleman? note
Nurse.
The son and heir of old Tiberio.
Jul.
What's he that now is going out of note door?
Nurse.
Marry, that, I think, be note note young Petruchio.
Jul.
What's he that follows there note, that would not dance?
Nurse.
I know not.
Jul.
Go, ask his name. If he be married,
My grave is like to be my wedding note bed.
Nurse.
His name is Romeo, and a Montague,
The only son of your note great enemy.
Jul.
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown note, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
note
That I must love a loathed enemy.
Nurse.
What's this? what's this note?
Jul.
A rhyme I learn'd note even note now
-- 35 --
Of one I danced withal.
[One calls within ‘Juliet.’
Nurse.
Anon, anon!
Come, let's away; the strangers all are note gone.
[Exeunt.
William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].
