Rom. I dream'd a dream to-night? Mer. Rom. Well, what was yours? And so did I. That dreamers often lie. 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 In shape no bigger than an agate-stone Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, love : O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep, Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping South. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from our selves; Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Rom. I fear, too early; for my mind misgives, Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels; and expire the term But He, that hath the steerage of my course, Ben. Strike, drum. SCENE V. [Exeunt. A Banquet 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 unwash'd too, 'tis a foul thing. -- 1 Serv. Away with the join'd-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate. — Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone, and Nell. Antony and Potpan! 2 Serv. Ay, boy; ready. 1 Serv. You are looked for, and call'd for, ask'd 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. Welcome, gentlemen! ladies, that have their toes Unplagu'd with corns, will have a bout with you: Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, she, You are welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day, A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, gone. -'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis You are welcome, gentlemen! - Come, musicians, play. A hall! a hall! give room, and foot it, girls. [Music plays, and they dance. For you and I are past our dancing days: 2 Cap. By'r Lady, thirty years. Cap. What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much : '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. Cap. Will you tell me that? His son was but a ward two years ago. Rom. What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight? Serv. I know not, sir. Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for Earth too dear! So shews a snowy dove trooping with crows, Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague. Fetch me my rapier, boy.. What! dares the slave Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. Cap. Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so? Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe e; A villain, that is hither come in spite, To scorn at our solemnity this night. Tyb. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest. Am I the master here, or you? go to. You'll not endure him! - God shall mend my soul |