465476Being but heauie I will beare the light.

466477 Mercu. Nay gētle Romeo,we must haue you dance.

467478Ro. Not I beleeue me, you haue dancing shooes

468479With nimble soles, I haue a soule of Leade

469480So stakes me to the ground I cannot moue.

470481Mer. You are a Louer, borrow Cupids wings,

471482And sore with them aboue a common bound.

472483Rom. I am too sore enpearced with his shaft,

473484To sore with his light feathers, and so bound,

474485I cannot bound a pitch aboue dull woe,

475486Vnder loues heauie birthen do I sincke.

476487 Horatio. And to sink in it should you burthen loue,

477488Too great oppression for a tender thing.

478489Rom. Is loue a tender thing? it is too rough,

479490Too rude, too boystrous, and it pricks like thorne.

480491 Mer. If loue be rough with you, be rough with loue

481492Prick loue for pricking, and you beate loue downe,

482493Giue me a case to put my visage in,

483494 A visor for a visor, what care I

484495What curious eye doth cote deformities:

485496Here are the beetle browes shall blush for me.

486497Benu. Come knock and enter, and no sooner in,

487498But euery man betake him to his legs.

488499Ro. A torch for me, let wantons light of heart

489500Tickle the sencelesse rushes with their heeles:

490501For I am prouerbd with a graunsire phrase,

491502Ile be a candle-holder and looke on,

492503The game was nere so faire, and I am dum.

493504 Mer. Tut, duns the mouse, the Constables own word:

494505If thou art dun, weele draw thee from the mire

495506Or saue you reuerence loue, wherein thou stickest

496507Vp to the eares, come we burne daylight ho.

497508Ro. Nay thats not so.

498509Mer. I meane sir in delay

499510We waste our lights in vaine, lights lights by day:

500511Take our good meaning, for our indgement sits,