454465Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benuolio, with fiue or sixe other 456467Romeo. What
shall this
speech be
spoke for our excu
se?
457468Or
shall we on without appologie?
458469Ben. The date is out of
such prolixitie,
459470Weele haue no
Cupid, hudwinckt with a skarfe,
460471Bearing a Tartars painted bow of lath,
461472Skaring the Ladies like a Crowkeeper.
462473But let them mea
sure vs by what they will,
463474Weele mea
sure them a mea
sure and be gone.
464475Rom. Giue me a torch, I am not for this ambling,
C Being
The most lamentable Tragedie
465476Being but heauie I will beare the light.
466477 Mercu. Nay
gētle Romeo,we mu
st 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 oppre
ssion for a tender thing.
478489Rom. Is loue a tender thing? it is too rough,
479490Too rude, too boy
strous, 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 ca
se to put my vi
sage in,
483494 A vi
sor for a vi
sor, what care I
484495What curious eye doth cote deformities:
485496Here are the beetle browes
shall blu
sh 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
sencele
sse ru
shes with their heeles:
490501For I am prouerbd with a graun
sire phra
se,
491502Ile be a candle-holder and looke on,
492503The game was nere
so faire, and I am dum.
493504 Mer. Tut, duns the mou
se, the Con
stables own word:
494505If thou art dun, weele draw thee from the mire
495506Or
saue you reuerence loue, wherein thou
sticke
st 496507Vp to the eares, come we burne daylight ho.
498509Mer. I meane
sir in delay
499510We wa
ste our lights in vaine, lights lights by day:
500511Take our good meaning, for our indgement
sits,
Fiue
of Romeo and Iuliet.
501512Fiue times in that, ere once in our
fine wits.
502513Ro. And we meane well in going to this Mask,
505516Rom. I dreampt a dreame to night.
507518Ro. Well what was yours?
508519Mer. That dreamers often lie.
509520Ro. In bed a
sleep while they do dream things true.
510521Mer. O then I
see Queene Mab hath bin with you:
511522She is the Fairies midwife, and
she comes in
shape no bigger
thē 512523an Agot
stone, on the fore
finger of an Alderman, drawne with
513524a teeme of little ottamie, ouer mens no
ses as they lie a
sleep: her
514525waggōspokes made of
lōg spinners legs: the couer, of the wings
515526of Gra
shoppers, her traces of the
smalle
st spider web, her collors
516527of the moon
shines watry beams, her whip of Crickets bone, the
518528la
sh of Philome, her waggoner, a
small grey coated Gnat, not
519529half
so big as a round litle worme, prickt from the lazie
finger of
520530a man. Her Charriot is an emptie Ha
sel nut, Made by the Ioyner
521531squirrel or old Grub, time out amind, the Fairie Coatchmakers:
522532and in this
state
she gallops night by night, throgh louers brains,
524533and then they dreame of loue. On Courtiers knees, that dreame
525534on Cur
sies
strait ore Lawyers
fingers who
strait dreame on fees,
526535ore Ladies lips who
strait one ki
sses dream, which oft the angrie
527536Mab with bli
sters plagues, becau
se their breath with
sweete
528537meates tainted are. Sometime
she gallops ore a Courtiers no
se,
529538and then dreames he of
smelling out a
sute: and
sometime comes
530539she with a tithpigs tale, tickling a Per
sons no
se as a lies a
sleepe,
531540then he dreams of an other Bene
fice. Sometime
she driueth ore
532541a
souldiers neck, and then dreames he of cutting forrain throates,
533542of breaches, ambu
scados,
spani
sh blades: Of healths
fiue fadome
535543deepe, and then anon drums in his eare, at which he
starts and
536544wakes, and being thus frighted,
sweares a praier or two, &
sleeps
537545againe: this is that very Mab that plats the manes of hor
ses in the
538546night: and bakes the Elklocks in foule
slutti
sh haires, which
539547once vntangled, much misfortune bodes.
C 2 This
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