583426Enter old Capulet with the Ladies. 585427Capu: Welcome Gentlemen, welcome Gentlemen,
586428Ladies that haue their toes vnplagud with Corns
587429Will haue about with you, ah ha my Mi
stre
sses,
588430Which of you all will now refu
se to dance?
589431Shee that makes daintie,
shee Ile
sweare hath Corns.
590432Am I come neere you now, welcome Gentlemen, wel
- (come,
598433More lights you knaues, & turn the
se tables vp,
599434And quench the
fire the roome is growne too hote.
600435Ah
sirra, this vnlookt for
sport comes well,
601436Nay
sit, nay
sit, good Co
sen
Capulet: 602437For you and I are pa
st our
standing dayes,
603438How long is it
since you and I were in a Maske?
605439Cos: By Ladie
sir tis thirtie yeares at lea
st.
606440Cap: Tis not
so much, tis not
so much.
607441Tis
since the mariage of
Lucentio,
608442Come
Pentecost as quicklie as it will,
609443Some
fiue and twentie yeares, and then we maskt.
610444Cos: Tis more, tis more, his
sonne is elder far.
612445Cap: Will you tell me that it cannot be
so,
613446His
sonne was but a Ward three yeares agoe,
613.1447Good youths I faith. Oh youth's a iolly thing.
614448Rom: What Ladie is that that doth inrich the hand
615449Of yonder Knight? O
shee doth teach the torches to
618451It
seemes
she hangs vpon the cheeke of night,
619452Like a rich iewell in an
Aethiops eare,
620453Beautie too rich for v
se, for earth too deare
: 621454So
shines a
snow-white Swan trouping with Crowes,
622455As this faire Ladie ouer her fellowes
showes.
The
of Romeo and Iuliet.
623456The mea
sure done, ile watch her place of
stand,
624457And touching hers, make happie my rude hand
625458Did my heart loue till now? For
sweare it
sight,
626459I neuer
saw true beautie till this night.
627460Tib: This by his voice
should be a
Mountague,
628461Fetch me my rapier boy. What dares the
slaue
629462Come hither couer'd with an Anticke face,
630463To
scorne and ieere at our
solemnitie?
631464Now by the
stocke and honor of my kin,
632465To
strike him dead I hold it for no
sin.
633466Ca: Why how now Co
sen, wherfore
storme you
so.
635467Ti: Vncle this is a
Mountague our foe,
636468A villaine that is hether come in
spight,
637469To mocke at our
solemnitie this night.
638470Ca: Young
Romeo, is it not?
639471Ti: It is that villaine
Romeo. 640472Ca: Let him alone, he beares him like a portly gentle
- (man,
642473And to
speake truth,
Verona brags of him,
643474As of a vertuous and well gouern'd youth:
644475I would not for the wealth of all this towne,
645476Here in mv hou
se doo him di
sparagement:
646477Therefore be quiet take no note of him,
648478Beare a faire pre
sence, and put o
ff the
se frownes,
649479An ill be
seeming
semblance for a fea
st.
650480Ti: It
fits when
such a villaine is a gue
st,
652482Ca: He
shalbe indured, goe to I
say, he
shall,
654483Am I the Ma
ster of the hou
se or you?
655484You'le not indure him? God
shall mend my
soule
656485You'le make a mutenie among
st my gue
sts,
657486You'le
set Cocke a hoope, you'le be the man.
C3 Ca: Goe
The most excellent Tragedie,
659488Ca: Goe too, you are a
saucie knaue.
661489This tricke will
scath you one day I know what.
663490Well
said my hartes. Be quiet:
664491More light Ye knaue, or I will make you quiet.
666492Tibalt: Patience perforce with wi full choller mee
- (ting.
667493Makes my
fle
sh tremble in their di
fferent greetings:
668494I will withdraw, but this intru
sion
shall
669495Now
seeming
sweet, conuert to bitter gall.
670496Rom: If I prophane with my vnworthie hand,
671497This holie
shrine, the gentle
sinne is this:
672498My lips two blu
shing Pilgrims ready
stand,
673499To
smooth the rough touch with a gentle ki
sse.
674500Iuli: Good Pilgrime you doe wrong your hand too (much,
676501Which mannerly deuotion
shewes in this:
677502For Saints haue hands which holy Palmers touch,
678503And Palme to Palme is holy Palmers ki
sse.
679504Rom: Haue not Saints lips, and holy Palmers too?
680505Iuli: Yes Pilgrime lips that they mu
st v
se in praier.
681506Ro: Why then faire
saint, let lips do what hands doo,
682507They pray, yeeld thou, lea
st faith turne to di
spaire.
683508Iu: Saints doe not mooue though: grant nor praier
685510Ro: Then mooue not till my praiers e
ffe
ct I take.
686511Thus from my lips, by yours my
sin is purgde.
687512Iu: Then haue my lips the
sin that they haue tooke.
688513Ro: Sinne from my lips, O tre
spa
sse
sweetly vrgde!
689514Giue me my
sinne againe.
690515Iu: You ki
sse by the booke.
691516Nurse: Madame your mother calles. 692517Rom: What is her mother?
693518Nurse: Marrie Batcheler her mother is the Ladie of the 694519house, and a good Lady, and a wise, and a vertuous. I nurst her
of Romeo and Iuliet.
696520her daughter that you talkt withall, I tell you, he that can 697521lay hold of her shall haue the chinkes. 699522Rom: Is
she a
Mountague? Oh deare account,
700523My life is my foes thrall.
703524Ca: Nay gentlemen prepare not to be gone,
704525We haue a tri
fling fooli
sh banquet towards.
705527I pray you let me intreat you. Is it
so?
706528Well then I thanke you hone
st Gentlemen,
706.1529I promi
se you but for your company,
706.2530I would haue bin a bed an houre agoe:
711533Iul: Nur
se, what is yonder Gentleman?
712534Nur: The sonne and heire of old Tiberio.
713535Iul: Whats he that now is going out of dore?
714536Nur: That as I thinke is yong Petruchio.
715537Iul: Whats he that followes there that would not (dance?
717539Iul: Goe learne his name, if he be maried,
718540My graue is like to be my wedding bed.
719541Nur: His name is Romeo
and a Mountague,
the onely 720542sonne of your great enemie. 721543Iul: My onely Loue
sprung from my onely hate,
722544Too early
seene vnknowne, and knowne too late:
723545Prodigious birth of loue is this to me,
724546That I
should loue a loathed enemie.
725547Nurse: Whats this? whats that? 726548Iul: Nothing Nur
se but a rime I learnt euen now of
730550Nurse: Come your mother staies for you, Ile goe a long [C4] Enter
The most excellent Tragedie,