Of a defpifed life clos'd in my breast, [They march about the ftage, and exeunt. SCENE VI. Changes to a hall in Capulet's houfe. Enter Servants, with napkins. 1 Ser. "Where's Fotpan, that he helps not to take away; he shift a trencher! he fcrape a trencher! 2 Ser. "When good manners fhall lie all in one or "two mens' hands, and they unwath'd too, 'tis a foul thing. 1 Ser Away with the joint-ftools, remove the "court-cup-board, look to the plate: good the u, fave me a piece of march-pane; and, as thou loveit me, "let the porter let in Sufan Grindstone, and Nell.Antony, and Potpan 66 2 Ser." Ay, boy, ready. 1 Ser." You are look'd for, call'd for, afk'd for, and fought for, in the great chamber. 2 Ser." We cannot be here and there too; cheerly, "boys; be brifk a while, and the longer liver take " all." [Exeunt. Enter all the Guests and Ladies, with the mafkers.›› 1 Cap Welcome, Gentlemen. Ladies, that have your feet Unplagu'd with corns; we'll have a bout with you. Will now deny to dance? the that makes dainty, Such as would pleafe: 'tis gone; 'tis gone; 'tis gone! [Mufic plays, and they dance. More light, ye knaves, and turn the tables up; And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. * juit, for core, way; not love juit. Ah, J Ah, firrah, this unlook'd-for fport comes well. 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, Sir: 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? Ser. I know not, Sir. Rom. O, the doth teach the torches to burn bright; Tyb. This by his voice fhould be a Montague. Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, To ftrike him dead I hold it not a fin. Cap. Why, how now, kinfman, wherefore storm you fo? Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe: To fcorn at our folemnity this night.. Tyb That villain Romeo. Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; He bears him like a portly gentleman: And And, to fay truth, Verona brags of him, Tyb. It fits, when fuch a villain is a guest. Cap." He fhall be endur'd. * "Be quiet, or (more light, more light, for fhame), My lips, two blufhing pilgrims, ready ftand, To fmooth that rough touch with a tender kifs. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too Which mannerly devotion fhews in this; [much, For faints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kifs. Rom. Have not faints lips, and holy palmers too? Jul.. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they muft ufe in prayer, Rom. O then, dear faint, let lips do what hands do. They pray, (grant thou), left faith turn to defpair + Nurfe Cap. "He fhall be endur'd. "What, goodman boy I fay, he shall. "Am I the mafter here, or you? go to Go to "You'll not endure him! God fhall mend my foul, "You'll make a mutiny among my guefts! "You will fet cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man?" Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a fhame. Cap. "Go to, gole, "You are a Lucy boyis't so, indeed? "This trick may chance to feathe you; I know what. "You must contrary me! Marry, 'tis time. "Weil faid, my hearts. "Be quier, &c. You are a princox, go: Nurfe. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Rom. What is her mother? Nurfe. Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the houfe, [To her nurse. And a good lady, and a wife and virtuous. Rom. Is fhe a Capulet! O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. I'll to my rest. [Exeunt. Jul. Come hither, nurfe. What is yon gentleman! Nurfe. The fon and heir of old Tiberio. Jul. What's he that now is going out of door? Jul. What's he that follows here, that would not̃ dance! Nurfe I know not. Jul. Go, afk his name. If he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding-bed. Nurfe. His name is Romeo, and a Montague, The only fon of your great enemy. Jul. My only love (prung from my only hate! Rom. Then move not, while my prayers' effe&t I take. Thus from my lips, by thine, my fin is pure'd. Jul. Then have my lips the fin that Lite they took. Rm. Sin from my lips! O trefpafs, fweetly urge'd! Give me my fin again. Jul. You kifs by 'h' book. [Kiffing ber. OF Of one Come, let's away, the ftrangers all are gone. [Exeunt. Enter Chorus. Now old Defire doth on his death-bed lie, And the fteal love's fweet bait from fearful hooks. Being held a foe he may not have access To breathe fuch vows as lovers ufe to fwear ; And fhe, as much in love, her means much lefs, To meet her new-beloved any where. But paffion lends them power, time means to meet; Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. [Exit Chorus. ACT II. SCENE I. The Street. Enter Romeo alone. Rom. CA YANI forward when out. [Exit. Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center Enter Benvolio, with Mercutio. Ben. Romeo, my coufin Romeo. Mer. He is wife, And, on my life, hath ftoln him home to bed. Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard-wall. Call, good Mercutio. Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too. Why, Romeo! humours! madman! paffion! lover! Speak but one rhime, and I am fatisfied, (Young |