|SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house.
SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house.
Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkinsFirst Servant
Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? HeSecond Servant
shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!
When good manners shall lie all in one or two men'sFirst Servant
hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.
Away with the joint-stools, remove theSecond Servant
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!
Ay, boy, ready.First Servant
You are looked for and called for, asked for andSecond Servant
sought for, in the great chamber.
We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; beCAPULET
brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers
Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toesSecond Capulet
Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.
Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
That I have worn a visor and could tell
A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:
You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.
A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.
Music plays, and they danceMore light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
For you and I are past our dancing days:
How long is't now since last yourself and I
Were in a mask?
By'r lady, thirty years.CAPULET
What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:Second Capulet
'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,
Come pentecost as quickly as it will,
Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.
'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;CAPULET
His son is thirty.
Will you tell me that?ROMEO
His son was but a ward two years ago.
[To a Servingman] What lady is that, which dothServant
enrich the hand
Of yonder knight?
I know not, sir.ROMEO
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!TYBALT
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
This, by his voice, should be a Montague.CAPULET
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.
Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?TYBALT
Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,CAPULET
A villain that is hither come in spite,
To scorn at our solemnity this night.
Young Romeo is it?TYBALT
'Tis he, that villain Romeo.CAPULET
Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;TYBALT
He bears him like a portly gentleman;
And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
I would not for the wealth of all the town
Here in my house do him disparagement:
Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
It is my will, the which if thou respect,
Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
It fits, when such a villain is a guest:CAPULET
I'll not endure him.
He shall be endured:TYBALT
What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
Am I the master here, or you? go to.
You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.CAPULET
Go to, go to;TYBALT
You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?
This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:
You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.
Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:
Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame!
I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!
Patience perforce with wilful choler meetingROMEO
Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.
[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest handJULIET
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,ROMEO
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?JULIET
Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.ROMEO
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;JULIET
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.ROMEO
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.JULIET
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.ROMEO
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!JULIET
Give me my sin again.
You kiss by the book.Nurse
Madam, your mother craves a word with you.ROMEO
What is her mother?Nurse
Her mother is the lady of the house,
And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous
I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
Shall have the chinks.
Is she a Capulet?BENVOLIO
O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
Away, begone; the sport is at the best.ROMEO
Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.CAPULET
Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;JULIET
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all
I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.
Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:
I'll to my rest.
Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse
Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?Nurse
The son and heir of old Tiberio.JULIET
What's he that now is going out of door?Nurse
Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.JULIET
What's he that follows there, that would not dance?Nurse
I know not.JULIET
Go ask his name: if he be married.Nurse
My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
His name is Romeo, and a Montague;JULIET
The only son of your great enemy.
My only love sprung from my only hate!Nurse
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
What's this? what's this?JULIET
A rhyme I learn'd even nowNurse
Of one I danced withal.
One calls within 'Juliet.'
Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.
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