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  • Title: Romeo and Juliet (Modern, Quarto 2)
  • Editor: Erin Sadlack
  • ISBN: 1-55058-299-2

    Copyright Erin Sadlack. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Erin Sadlack
    Not Peer Reviewed

    Romeo and Juliet (Modern, Quarto 2)

    [Scene 4/I.iv]
    Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six other
    455masquers [and] torchbearers.
    What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
    Or shall we on without apology?
    Benvolio
    The date is out of such prolixity,
    We'll have no Cupid, hoodwinked with a scarf,
    460Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
    Scaring the ladies like a crowkeeper.
    But let them measure us by what they will,
    We'll measure them a measure and be gone.
    Give me a torch; I am not for this ambling.
    465Being but heavy I will bear the light.
    Mercutio
    Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
    Not I, believe me, you have dancing shoes
    With nimble soles; I have a soul of lead
    So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
    470Mercutio
    You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
    And soar with them above a common bound.
    I am too sore enpiercèd with his shaft
    To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
    I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe.
    475Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
    Mercutio
    And to sink in it should you burden love,
    Too great oppression for a tender thing.
    Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
    Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
    480Mercutio
    If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
    Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
    Give me a case to put my visage in,[Puts on mask.]
    A visor for a visor! What care I
    What curious eye doth cote deformities?
    485Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.
    Benvolio
    Come, knock and enter, and no sooner in,
    But every man betake him to his legs.
    A torch for me. Let wantons light of heart
    Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels.
    490For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase,
    I'll be a candle-holder and look on.
    The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
    Mercutio
    Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word.
    If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire,
    495Or, save your reverence, love, wherein thou stickest
    Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
    Nay, that's not so.
    Mercutio
    I mean, sir, in delay.
    We waste our lights, in vain light lights by day.
    500Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits
    Five times in that ere once in our fine wits.
    And we mean well in going to this masque,
    But 'tis no wit to go.
    Mercutio
    Why, may one ask?
    I dreamt a dream tonight.
    Mercutio
    And so did I.
    Well, what was yours?
    Mercutio
    That dreamers often lie.
    In bed asleep while they do dream things true.
    510Mercutio
    O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
    She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
    In shape no bigger than an agate stone
    512.1On the forefinger of an alderman,
    Drawn with a team of little atomi
    513.1Over men's noses as they lie asleep.
    Her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs,
    515The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers,
    515.1Her traces of the smallest spider web,
    Her collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
    516.1Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
    Her wagoner, a small gray-coated gnat,
    Not half so big as a round litle worm,
    519.1Pricked from the lazy finger of a man.
    520Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,
    Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
    521.1Time out o'mind, the fairies' coachmakers.
    And in this state she gallops night by night
    Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love.
    525On courtiers' knees, that dream on curtsies straight;
    525.1O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees;
    O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
    Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
    Because their breath with sweetmeats tainted are.
    528.1Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
    And then dreams he of smelling out a suit, and sometime comes
    530And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail,
    530.1Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep,
    Then he dreams of another benefice.
    531.1Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
    And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
    Of breaches, ambuscados, Spanish blades,
    535Of healths five-fathom deep, and then anon
    535.1Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
    And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two,
    And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
    537.1That plaits the manes of horses in the night
    And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
    Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes.
    This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
    That presses them and learns them first to bear,
    Making them women of good carriage.
    This is she--
    Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace,
    Thou talk'st of nothing.
    Mercutio
    True, I talk of dreams,
    Which are the children of an idle brain,
    Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
    550Which is as thin of substance as the air
    And more inconstant than the wind who woos
    Even now the frozen bosom of the north
    And, being angered, puffs away from thence,
    Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.
    555Benvolio
    This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves,
    Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
    I fear too early, for my mind misgives
    Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
    Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
    560With this night's revels, and expire the term
    Of a despisèd life closed in my breast
    By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
    But he that hath the steerage of my course
    Direct my suit. On, lusty gentlemen.
    565Benvolio
    Strike, drum.
    They [Romeo, Benvolio, Mercutio, and masquers] march about the stage, [as the scene shifts to inside the Capulet house] and serving men come forth with napkins [as they transition to the next scene within the Capulet house.