Take our good meaning; for our judgment sits Rom. And we mean well, in going to this mask; But 'tis no wit to go. Mer. And so did I. That dreamers often lie. Rom. Well, what was yours? Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things true. Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: 5 Atoms. O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: This, this is she Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes 6 A place in court. 7 i. e. Fairy-locks, locks of hair clotted and tangled in the night. And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Supper is done, and we shall come too late. With this night's revels; and expire the term [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-cupboards, look to the plate:-good thou, save me a piece of marchpane9; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone, and Nell. Antony! and Potpan! 8 A cupboard set in a corner like a beaufet on which the plate was placed. 9 Almond-cake. 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. Cap. Gentlemen, welcome! ladies, that have their toes Unplagu'd with corns, will have a bout with you: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? You are welcome, gentlemen! I have 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: You are welcome, gentlemen! play. Come, musicians, A hall! a hall! give room, and foot it, girls. 2 Cap. By'r lady, thirty years. 1 Cap. What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much : 1 i. e. Make room. 'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, Come pentecost as quickly as it will. Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd. 2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sir: His son is thirty. 1 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 Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague: 1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? wherefore storm you so? Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; 2 An Ethiopian, a black. 3 The dance. |