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,

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

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,

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.

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.

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

Of one I danced withal. [One calls within ‘Juliet.’

Nurse.
Anon, anon!
Come, let's away; the strangers all are ^note gone. [Exeunt.

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