* And SERVINGMEN come forth with napkins.
First Servant
1 Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He
2 shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!
Second Servant
3 When good manners shall lie all in one or two
4 men's hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul
5 thing.
First Servant
6 Away with the joint-stools, remove the
7 court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
8 me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
9 the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
10 Antony, and Potpan!
Antony
11 Ay, boy, ready.
First Servant
12 You are looked for and called for, asked for and
13 sought for, in the great chamber.
Potpan
14 We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be
15 brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
Exeunt.
Enter all the GUESTS and GENTLEWOMEN
to the Maskers.
CAPULET
16 Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes
17 Unplagued with corns will walk a bout with you.
18 Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
19 Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
20 She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
21 Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
22 That I have worn a visor and could tell
23 A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
24 Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone.
25 You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.
Music plays, and they dance.
26 A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.
27 More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
28 And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
29 Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
30 Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
31 For you and I are past our dancing days:
32 How long is't now since last yourself and I
33 Were in a mask?
Second Capulet
33 By'r lady, thirty years.
CAPULET
34 What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:
35 'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,
36 Come Pentecost as quickly as it will,
37 Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.
Second Capulet
38 'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;
39 His son is thirty.
CAPULET
39 Will you tell me that?
40 His son was but a ward two years ago.
ROMEO [To a Servingman.]
41 What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand
42 Of yonder knight?
Servant
43 I know not, sir.
ROMEO
44 O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
45 It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
46 Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
47 Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
48 So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
49 As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
50 The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
51 And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
52 Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
53 For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
TYBALT
54 This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
55 Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
56 Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
57 To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
58 Now, by the stock and honor of my kin,
59 To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
CAPULET
60 Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?
TYBALT
61 Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
62 A villain that is hither come in spite,
63 To scorn at our solemnity this night.
CAPULET
64 Young Romeo is it?
TYBALT
64 'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
CAPULET
65 Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
66 'A bears him like a portly gentleman;
67 And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
68 To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
69 I would not for the wealth of all the town
70 Here in my house do him disparagement:
71 Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
72 It is my will, the which if thou respect,
73 Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
74 An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
TYBALT
75 It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
76 I'll not endure him.
CAPULET
76 He shall be endured:
77 What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
78 Am I the master here, or you? go to.
79 You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
80 You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
81 You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
TYBALT
82 Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
CAPULET
82 Go to, go to;
83 You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?
84 This trick may chance to scathe you. I know what:
85 You must contrary me! Marry, 'tis time. —
86 Well said, my hearts! —You are a princox; go:
87 Be quiet, or —More light, more light! —For shame!
88 I'll make you quiet. —What, cheerly, my hearts!
TYBALT
89 Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
90 Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
91 I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall
92 Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.
Exit.
ROMEO [To JULIET.]
93 If I profane with my unworthiest hand
94 This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:
95 My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
96 To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
JULIET
97 Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
98 Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
99 For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
100 And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
ROMEO
101 Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
JULIET
102 Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
ROMEO
103 O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
104 They pray — grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
JULIET
105 Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
ROMEO
106 Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
[Kisses her.]
107 Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
JULIET
108 Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
ROMEO
109 Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
110 Give me my sin again.
[Kisses her.]
JULIET
110 You kiss by th' book.
Nurse [Suddenly appearing.]
111 Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
[Juliet moves away.]
ROMEO
112 What is her mother?
Nurse
112 Marry, bachelor,
113 Her mother is the lady of the house,
114 And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous
115 I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
116 I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
117 Shall have the chinks.
[The Nurse goes after Juliet.]
ROMEO
117 Is she a Capulet?
118 O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
BENVOLIO [Suddenly appearing.]
119 Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
ROMEO
120 Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
CAPULET
121 Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
122 We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
123 Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all
124 I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
125 More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.
126 Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:
127 I'll to my rest.
[Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse.]
JULIET
128 Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?
Nurse
129 The son and heir of old Tiberio.
JULIET
130 What's he that now is going out of door?
Nurse
131 Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.
JULIET
132 What's he that follows there, that would not dance?
Nurse
133 I know not.
JULIET
134 Go ask his name. —If he be married.
135 My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
Nurse
136 His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
137 The only son of your great enemy.
JULIET
138 My only love sprung from my only hate!
139 Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
140 Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
141 That I must love a loathed enemy.
Nurse
142 What's tis? what's tis?
JULIET
142 A rhyme I learn'd even now
143 Of one I danced withal.
One calls within, "Juliet!"
Nurse
143 Anon, anon!
144 Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.
Exeunt.
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