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Romeo and Juliet

ACT I SCENE VA hall in Capulet’s house.
[Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen, with napkins]
First ServantWhere’s Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He
shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher?
Second ServantWhen good manners shall lie all in one or two men’s
hands and they unwashed too, ’tis a foul thing.
First ServantAway with the joint-stools, remove the
court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
Antony, and Potpan!
Second ServantAy, boy, ready.
First ServantYou are looked for and called for, asked for and
sought for, in the great chamber.11
Second ServantWe cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be
brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
[ Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers ]
CAPULETWelcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes
Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.
Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
She, I’ll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
That I have worn a visor and could tell20
A whispering tale in a fair lady’s ear,
Such as would please: ’tis gone, ’tis gone, ’tis gone:
You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.
A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.
[Music plays, and they dance]
More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
Ah, sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well.
Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
For you and I are past our dancing days:29
How long is’t now since last yourself and I
Were in a mask?
Second CapuletBy’r lady, thirty years.
CAPULETWhat, man! ’tis not so much, ’tis not so much:
‘Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,
Come pentecost as quickly as it will,
Some five and twenty years; and then we mask’d.
Second Capulet‘Tis more, ’tis more, his son is elder, sir;
His son is thirty.
CAPULETWill you tell me that?
His son was but a ward two years ago.
ROMEO[To a Servingman] What lady is that, which doth
enrich the hand
Of yonder knight?40
ServantI know not, sir.
ROMEOO, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.51
TYBALTThis, by his voice, should be a Montague.
Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
Come hither, cover’d with an antic face,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
CAPULETWhy, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?
TYBALTUncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
A villain that is hither come in spite,60
To scorn at our solemnity this night.
CAPULETYoung Romeo is it?
TYBALT‘Tis he, that villain Romeo.
CAPULETContent thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
He bears him like a portly gentleman;
And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
To be a virtuous and well-govern’d youth:
I would not for the wealth of all the town
Here in my house do him disparagement:
Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
It is my will, the which if thou respect,70
Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
TYBALTIt fits, when such a villain is a guest:
I’ll not endure him.
CAPULETHe shall be endured:
What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
Am I the master here, or you? go to.
You’ll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
You’ll make a mutiny among my guests!
You will set cock-a-hoop! you’ll be the man!
TYBALTWhy, uncle, ’tis a shame.
CAPULETGo to, go to;80
You are a saucy boy: is’t so, indeed?
This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:
You must contrary me! marry, ’tis time.
Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:
Be quiet, or — More light, more light! For shame!
I’ll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!
TYBALTPatience perforce with wilful choler meeting
Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.90
[Exit]
ROMEO[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
JULIETGood pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.
ROMEOHave not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
JULIETAy, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.100
ROMEOO, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
JULIETSaints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.
ROMEOThen move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
JULIETThen have my lips the sin that they have took.
ROMEOSin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.
JULIETYou kiss by the book.
NurseMadam, your mother craves a word with you.
ROMEOWhat is her mother?110
NurseMarry, bachelor,
Her mother is the lady of the house,
And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous
I nursed her daughter, that you talk’d withal;
I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
Shall have the chinks.
ROMEOIs she a Capulet?
O dear account! my life is my foe’s debt.
BENVOLIOAway, be gone; the sport is at the best.
ROMEOAy, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
CAPULETNay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.120
Is it e’en so? why, then, I thank you all
I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
More torches here! Come on then, let’s to bed.
Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:
I’ll to my rest.
[Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse]
JULIETCome hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?
NurseThe son and heir of old Tiberio.
JULIETWhat’s he that now is going out of door?
NurseMarry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.
JULIETWhat’s he that follows there, that would not dance?
NurseI know not.131
JULIETGo ask his name: if he be married,
My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
NurseHis name is Romeo, and a Montague;
The only son of your great enemy.
JULIETMy only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
NurseWhat’s this? what’s this?
JULIETA rhyme I learn’d even now
Of one I danced withal.
[One calls within ‘Juliet.’]
NurseAnon, anon!
Come, let’s away; the strangers all are gone.
[Exeunt]

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