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- Edition: Romeo and Juliet
Romeo and Juliet (Folio 1, 1623)
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454Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benuolio, with fiue or sixe
455other Maskers, Torch-bearers.
457Or shall we on without Apologie?
459Weele haue no Cupid, hood winkt with a skarfe,
460Bearing a Tartars painted Bow of lath,
461Skaring the Ladies like a Crow-keeper.
462But let them measure vs by what they will,
464Rom. Giue me a Torch, I am not for this ambling.
465Being but heauy I will beare the light.
469So stakes me to the ground, I cannot moue.
470Mer. You are a Louer, borrow Cupids wings,
471And soare with them aboue a common bound.
473To soare with his light feathers, and to bound:
474I cannot bound a pitch aboue dull woe,
475Vnder loues heauy burthen doe I sinke.
477Too great oppression for a tender thing.
478Rom. Is loue a tender thing? it is too rough,
479Too rude, too boysterous, and it pricks like thorne.
480Mer. If loue be rough with you, be rough with loue,
481Pricke loue for pricking, and you beat loue downe,
484What curious eye doth quote deformities:
487But euery man betake him to his legs.
488Rom. A Torch for me, let wantons light of heart
491Ile be a Candle-holder and looke on,
492The game was nere so faire, and I am done.
Mer. Tut,
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494If thou art dun, weele draw thee from the mire.
496Vp to the eares, come we burne day-light ho.
499We wast our lights in vaine, lights, lights, by day;
500Take our good meaning, for our Iudgement sits
501Fiue times in that, ere once in our fine wits.
503But 'tis no wit to go.
505Rom. I dreampt a dreame to night.
507Rom. Well what was yours?
508Mer. That dreamers often lye.
513drawne with a teeme of little Atomies, ouer mens noses as
515ners legs: the Couer of the wings of Grashoppers, her
517Moonshines watry Beames, her Whip of Crickets bone,
519Gnat, not halfe so bigge as a round little Worme, prickt
520from the Lazie-finger of a man. Her Chariot is an emptie
521Haselnut, made by the Ioyner Squirrel or old Grub, time
523gallops night by night, through Louers braines: and then
524they dreame of Loue. On Courtiers knees, that dreame on
533necke, & then dreames he of cutting Forraine throats, of
535Fadome deepe, and then anon drums in his eares, at which
537prayer or two & sleepes againe: this is that very Mab that
540misfortune bodes,
541This is the hag, when Maides lie on their backs,
543Making them women of good carriage:
544This is she.
545Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio peace,
546Thou talk'st of nothing.
547Mer. True, I talke of dreames:
548Which are the children of an idle braine,
549Begot of nothing, but vaine phantasie,
551And more inconstant then the wind, who wooes
552Euen now the frozen bosome of the North:
553And being anger'd, puffes away from thence,
554Turning his side to the dew dropping South.
556Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
559Shall bitterly begin his fearefull date
560With this nights reuels, and expire the tearme
562By some vile forfeit of vntimely death.
565Ben. Strike Drum.
566 They march about the Stage, and Seruingmen come forth
567with their napkins.