The most lamentable Tragedie
541548This is the hag, when maides lie on their backs,
542549That pre
sses them and learnes them
fir
st to beare,
543550Making them women of good carriage:
545552Romeo. Peace, peace,
Mercutio peace,
547554Mer. True, I talke of dreames:
548555Which are the children of an idle braine,
549556Begot of nothing but vaine phanta
sie:
550557Which is as thin of
sub
stance as the ayre,
551558And more incon
stant then the wind who wooes,
552559Euen now the frozen bo
some of the North:
553560And being angerd pu
ffes away from thence,
554561Turning his
side to the dewe dropping South.
555562 Ben. This wind you talk of, blows vs from our
selues,
556563Supper is done, and we
shall come too late.
557564Ro. I feare too earlie, for my mind mi
sgiues,
558565Some con
sequence yet hanging in the
starres,
559566Shall bitterly begin his fearfull date,
560567With this nights reuels, and expire the terme
561568Of a de
spi
sed life clo
sde in my bre
st:
562569By
some vile fofreit of vntimely death.
563570But he that hath the
stirrage of my cour
se,
564571Dire
ct my
sute, on lu
stie Gentlemen.
566573They march about the Stage, and Seruing men come forth with 569576Ser. Wheres Potpan that he helpes not to take away?
570577He
shift a trencher, he
scrape a trencher?
571578 1. When good manners
shall lie all in one or two mens hands
572579And they vnwa
sht too, tis a foule thing.
573580Ser. Away with the ioyn
stooles, remoue the Courtcubbert,
574581looke to the plate, good thou,
saue me a peece of March-pane,
575582and as thou loues me, let the porter let in
Susan Grindstone, and
576583Nell, Anthonie and
Potpan. 2. I Boy