She is the fairies' midwife; and fhe comes Her waggon fpokes made of long fpinners' legs; Through lover's brains, and then they dream of love: And And fleeps again. This is that very Mab, Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from our felves; Supper is done, and we fhall come too late. With this night's revels: and expire the term [Exeunt. SCENE V. A hall in CAPULET's house. Enter Servants. I Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? he fhift a trencher! he scrape a trencher! 2 Serv. When good manners fhall lie all in one or two men's hands, and they unwash'd too, 'tis a fool thing. 1 Serv. Away with the joint ftools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate :-good thou, fave me a piece of march-pane; and, as thou lov't me, let the porter let in Sufan Grindstone, and Nell, Antony! and Potpan! 2 Serv. Ay, boy; ready. 1 Serv. You are look'd for, and call'd for, afk'd for, and fought for, in the great chamber. 2 Serv. We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be brifk a while, and the longer liver take all. [Exeunt. Enter CAPULET, with the guests and the maskers. I Cap. Welcome, gentlemen! ladies, that have their feet Unplagu'd with corns, will have a bout with you :Ah ha, my miftreffes! which of you all Will now deny to dance? fhe that makes dainty, fhe, I'll fwear, hath corns; Am I come near you now? You are welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day, That I have worn a vifor; and could tell A whifpering tale in a fair lady's ear, gone: Such as would pleafe;-'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis play, A hall! A hall! a hall! give room, and foot it, girls. [Mufic plays, and they dance. For you and I are paft our dancing days: 2 Cap. By'r lady, thirty years. 1 Cap. What, man! 'tis not fo much, 'tis not fo "Tis fince the nuptial of Lucentio, Come pentecoft as quickly as it will, [much : Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd. 2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more: his fon is elder, fir; His fon is thirty. 1 Cap. Will you tell me that? His fon was but a ward two years ago. Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight? Serv. I know not, fir. Rom. O, fhe doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Æthiop's ear: Beauty too rich for ufe, for earth too dear! So fhews a fnowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows fhews. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make happy my rude hand. Did my heart love 'till now? forfwear it, fight! For I ne'er faw true beauty 'till this night. Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague :--Fetch me my rapier, boy :-What! dares the flave Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, T. To fleer and fcorn at our folemnity? Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, 1 Cap. Why, how now kinfman? wherefore ftorm you fo? Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; Tyb. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. 1 Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, Tyb. It fits, when fuch a villain is a guest; 1 Cap. He fhall be endur'd; What, goodman boy !-I fay, he shall :—Go to ;— Am I the mafter here, or you? go to. You'll not endure him!-God fhall mend my foul- You will fet cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! 1 Cap. Go to, go to, You are a faucy boy :-Is't fo, indeed? This trick may chance to feathe you;-I know what.You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time Well faid, my hearts :-You are a princox; go: Be |