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Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
470 Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you
dance. Rom. Not I, believe me : you have dancing shoes, With nimble soles; I have a soul of lead, So stakes me to the ground, I cannot move.
Mer. You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
Rom. I am too sore enpearced with his shaft,
480 Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love ? Too great oppression for a tender thing.
Rom. Is love a tender thing ? it is too rough, Too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks like thorn. Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with
love ; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.Give me a case to put my visage in:
[Putting on a mask. A visor for a visor!. -what care I, What curious eye doth quote deformities? Here are the beetle-brows, shall blush for me. 490
Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no sooner in, But every man betake him to his legs.
Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels; For I am proverb’d with a grandsire phrase
,,, I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
Rom. Nay, that's not so.
Mer. I mean, sir, in delay
Rom. And we mean well, in going to this mask; But 'tis no wit to go.
Mer. Why, may one ask?
true. Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with
The collars of the moonshine's watry beains ;
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace;a
Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain phantasy'; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes. Even now the frozen bosom of the north, 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, 570 Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels; and expire the term Of a despised life, clos'd in my breast, By some vile forfeit of untimely death : But He that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail!--On, lusty gentlemen. Ben. Strike, drum.
A Hall in CAPULET's House. Enter Servants.
i Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? he shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher! 580
2 Serv. When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands, and they unwash'd too, 'tis a foul thing
i Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate :-good thou, save me a piece of march-pane ; and, as thou lov'st me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone, and Nell, -Antony! and Potpan?
2 Serv. Ay, boy ; ready.
1 Sery. You are look'd for, and call’d for, ask'd for, and sought for, in the great chamber. 591
2 Seru. We cannot be here and there too.--Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer liver take all.
Enter CAPULET, Bc. with the Guests and the Maskers. 1 Cap. Welcome, gentlemen ! ladies, that have
their feet Unplagu'd with corns, will have a bõut 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 you now? You are welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day, That I have worn a visor; and could tell 600