ACT I SCENE V | ShakespeareBrasileiro

Romeo and Juliet

ACT I SCENE V	A hall in Capulet’s house.
[Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen, with napkins]
First Servant	Where’s Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He
	shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher?
Second Servant	When good manners shall lie all in one or two men’s
	hands and they unwashed too, ’tis a foul thing.
First Servant	Away 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 Servant	Ay, boy, ready.
First Servant	You are looked for and called for, asked for and
	sought for, in the great chamber.	11
Second Servant	We 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 ]
CAPULET	Welcome, 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 tell	20
	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 Capulet	By’r lady, thirty years.
CAPULET	What, 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.
CAPULET	Will 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
Servant	I know not, sir.
ROMEO	O, 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
TYBALT	This, 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.
CAPULET	Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?
TYBALT	Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
	A villain that is hither come in spite,	60
	To scorn at our solemnity this night.
CAPULET	Young Romeo is it?
TYBALT	‘Tis he, that villain Romeo.
CAPULET	Content 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.
TYBALT	It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
	I’ll not endure him.
CAPULET	He 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!
TYBALT	Why, uncle, ’tis a shame.
CAPULET	Go 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!
TYBALT	Patience 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.
JULIET	Good 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.
ROMEO	Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
JULIET	Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.	100
ROMEO	O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
	They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
JULIET	Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.
ROMEO	Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.
	Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
JULIET	Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
ROMEO	Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
	Give me my sin again.
JULIET	You kiss by the book.
Nurse	Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
ROMEO	What is her mother?	110
Nurse	Marry, 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.
ROMEO	Is she a Capulet?
	O dear account! my life is my foe’s debt.
BENVOLIO	Away, be gone; the sport is at the best.
ROMEO	Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
CAPULET	Nay, 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]
JULIET	Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?
Nurse	The son and heir of old Tiberio.
JULIET	What’s he that now is going out of door?
Nurse	Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.
JULIET	What’s he that follows there, that would not dance?
Nurse	I know not.	131
JULIET	Go ask his name: if he be married,
	My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
Nurse	His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
	The only son of your great enemy.
JULIET	My 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.
Nurse	What’s this? what’s this?
JULIET	A rhyme I learn’d even now
	Of one I danced withal.
[One calls within ‘Juliet.’]
Nurse	Anon, anon!
	Come, let’s away; the strangers all are gone.
[Exeunt]

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