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Ser. Vp.
Re. Whether to supper ?
Ser. To our house.
Ro. Whose house ?
Ser. My masters.
Ro. Indeed I should haue askt thee that before.

Ser. Now Il'e tel you without asking. My master is the great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house of Mountagues, I pray come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merrie.

Ben. At this fame auncient feast of Capulets,
Sups the faire Rofaline whom thou so loues :
With all the admired beauties of Verona,
Goe thither and with vnattainted eye,
Compare her face with some that I shall fhew,
And I will make thee thinke thy swan a crow,

Ro. When the deuout religion of mine eye
Maintaines such fallhood, then turne teares to fire,
And these who often drownde could neuer die,
Transparent heretiques be burnt for liers
One fairer than my loue, the all seeing sonne
Nere saw her match, since first the world begun.

Ben. Tut you saw her faire none els being by,
Her selfe poysd with her selfe in either eye :
But in that cristall scales let there be waide,
Your ladyes loue, against some other maide
That I will shew you shining at this feast,
And she shall scant shew well that now seemes best.

Rom. Ile goe along no such sight to be showne,
But to reioyce in splendor of mine owne,


Enter Capulets wife and Nurce.
Wife. Nurce wher's my daughter call her forth to mee.

Nurce. Now by my maiden head at twelue yeare old i bad her come, what lamb, what ladie bird, God forbid. Wher's this girle ? what Iuliet.

Enter Iuliet.

Iuliet. How now who cals ?
Nurce. Your mother.
Iul. Madame I am here, what is your will ?

W. This is the matter. Nurse give leaue a while, we must talke in secret. Nurce come back again I haue remembred me, thou'se heare our counsaile. Thou knuwest my daughters of a prettie age.

Nurce. Faith I can tell her age unto an houre,
Wife. Shee's not fourteene.

Nurce. Ile lay fourteene of my teeth, and yet to my teene be it spoken, I haue but foure, shee's not fourteene. How long is it now to Lammas-tide ?

Wife. A fortnight and odde days.

Nurce. Euen or odde, of all dayes in the yeare come Lammas eue at night shall she be fourteene.

Susan and she God rest all christian soules were of an age. Well Susan is with God, she was too good for me : But as I said on Lammas eue at night shall she be fourteene, that shall shee marie I remember it well. Tis since the earth-quake nowe eleauen yeares, and The was weand I neuer shall forget it, of all the daies of the yeare vpon that day : for I had then laid wormewood to my dug, sitting in the sun vnder the doue-house wall. My lord and you were then at Mantua, nay I do beare a braine : but as I said, when it did tast the wormwood on the nipple of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty foole to see it teachie and fall


out with dugge. Shake quoth the doue-house twas no need I trow to bid me trudge, and since that time it is a leauen yeare: for then could Iuliet stande high lone, nay by the roode, fee could haue wadled vp and downe, for euen the day before shee brake her brow, and then my husband God be with his foule, hee was a merrie man : dost thou fall forward Iuliet ? thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit: wilt thou not Iuliet ? and by my hollidam, the pretty foole left crying and said I. To see how a ieast shall come about, I warrant you if I should live a hundred yeare, I neuer should forget it, wilt thou not luliet ? and by my troth she stinted and cried I.

Iuliet. And stint thou too, I prethee nurce say I.

Nurce. Well goe thy waies, God marke thee for his grace, thou wert the prettiest babe that euer I nurst, might I but liue to see thee married once, I haue my wish.

Wife. And that same marriage nurce, is the theame I meant to talke of : tell me luliet, howe stand you affected to be married ?

Iul. It is an honor that I dreamę not off.

Nurce. An honor ! were not I thy onely nurce, I would say thou hadst fuckt wisedome from thy teat.

Wife. Well girle, the noble countie Paris seekes thee for his wife.

Nurce. A man young ladie, ladie such a man as all the world, why he is a man of waxe.

Wife. Veronaes summer hath not such a flower.
Nurce. Nay he is a flower, in faith a very flower.
Wife. Well Iuliet, how like you of Paris loue.

Iuliet. Ile looke to like, if looking liking moue,
But no more decpe will I engage mine eye,
Then your consent gives strength to make it fie.

Enter Enter Clowne.

Clowne. Maddam you are cald for, supper is readie, the nurce curft in the pantrie, all thinges in extreamitie, make hast for I must be gone to waite.

Enter Maskers with Romeo and a Page.
Ro. What shall this speech bee spoke for our excuse
Or shall we on without apologie.

Benuoleo. The date is out of such prolixitie,
Weele haue no Cupid hudwinckt with a scarfe,
Bearing a Tartars painted bow of lath,
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper :
Nor no without booke prologue faintly spoke
After the prompter, for our entrance.
But let them measure vs by what they will,
Weele measure them a measure and be gone.

Rom. A torch for me I am not for this aumbling,
Beeing but heauie I will beare the light.
Mer. Beleeue me Romeo I must haue you

Rom. Not I beleeue me you haue dancing looes
With nimble foles, I haue a soule of lead
So stakes me to the ground I cannot Nirre,

Mer. Give me a case to put my visage in,
A visor for a visor, what care I
What curious eye doth coate deformitie.

Rom. Giue me a torch, let wantons light of hart
Tickle the fenceles rushes with their heeles :
For I am prouerbd with a grandfire phrase,
Ile be a candleholder and looke on,
The game was nere so faire and I am done.

Mer. Tut dun's the mouse, the cunstable's old word,
If thou beest dun, weele draw thee from the mire


Of this furreuerence loue wherein thou stickst.
Leaue this talke, we burne day light here.

Rom. Nay thats not so.

Mer. I meane fir in delay,
We burne our lights by night, like lampes by day,
Take our good meaning for our iudgement sits
Three times a day, ere once in her right wits.

Rom. So we meane well by going to this maske :
But tis no wit to goe.

Mer. Why Romeo may one aske?
Rom. I dreamt a dreame to night.
Mer. And so did I.
Rom. Why what was yours?
Mer. That dreamers often lie.
Rom. In bed asleepe while they doe dreame things true.
Mer. Ah then I see queen Mab hath bin with you.

Ben. Queen Mab whats she?
She is the fairies midwife and doth come
In shape no bigger than an aggat stone
On the forefinger of a burgomaster,
Drawne with a teeme of little atomi,
A thwart mens nofes when they lie asleepe.
Her waggon spokes are made of spinners webs,
The couer, of the winges of grashoppers,
The traces are the moone-shine watrie beames,
The coilers crickets bones, the lash of filmes,
Her waggoner is a small gray coated fie
Not halfe so big as is a little worme,
Pickt from the lasie finger of a maide,
And in this fort she gallops up and downe
Through louers braines, and then they dreame of loue.
O're courtiers knees : who strait on cursies dreame
O're ladies lips, who dreame on kisses strait :
Which oft the angrie Mab with blisters plagues,


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