Puslapio vaizdai

Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid.
Her chariot is an empty hazel nut,
Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub,
Time out of mind the fairies coach-makers :
And in this state the gallops night by night,
Through lovers brains, and then they dream of love;
On courtiers knees, that dream on curtsies straight:
O’er lawyers fingers, who straight dream on fees;
O'er ladies lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Sometimes the gallops o'er a lawyer's nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit :
And sometimes comes the with a tith-pig's tail,
Tickling the Parson as he lies' asleep;
Then dreams he of another benefice.
Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ears, at which he ftarts and wakes,
And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two,
And sleeps again. This is that Mab-

Rom. Peace, peace,
Thou talk'st of nothing.

Mer, True, I talk of dreams;
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing, but vain phantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air,
And more unconftant than the wind.

Ben. This wind you talk of, blows us from ourselves, And we hall come too late.

Rom. I fear too early : for my mind misgives
Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars,
From this night's revels--- --lead, gallant friends;
Let come what may, once more I will behold
My Juliet's eyes, drink deeper of affliction :
I'll watch the time, and mask'd from observation
Make known my sufferings, but conceal my name:
Tho' hate and discord 'twixt our fires increase,
Let in our hearts dwell love and endless peace.

[Exeunt Mer. and Ben.




Capulet's House.

Enter Lady Capulet, and Nurfe. La, Cap.

URSE, where's my daughter? call her

forth to me. Nurse. Now (by my maiden-head, at twelve year old) I bad her come ; what lamb, what lady-bird, God forbid where's this girl? what, Juliet ?

Enter Juliet.
Jul. How now, who calls ?
Nurse. Your mother.
Jul. Madam, I am here, what is


will? La. Cap. This is the matter. Nurse give leave a while, we muft talk in secret ; Nurse, come back again, I have remembred me, thou shalt hear


counsel : thou know'ft my daughter's of a pretty age,

Nurse. Faith I can tell her age unto an hour.
La. Cap. She's not eighteen.

Nurse. I'll lay eighteen of my teeth, and yet to my teeth be it spoken, I have but eight, she's not eighteen; how long is it now to Lammas-tide ?

La. Cap. A fortnight and odd Days.

Nurse. Even or odd, of all Days in the year come Lammas.eve at night shall she be eighteen. Sufan and the (God rest all christian souls) were of an age. Well, Susan is with God; she was too good for me.

But as I said, on Lammas-eve at night shall she be eighteen, that fall she, marry, I remember it well. 'Tis since the earthquake now fifteen Years, and she was wean'd; I never shall forget-it, of all the Days in the year, upon that day ; for I had then laid wormwood to my breast, sitting in the sun under the dove-house-wall; my lord and you were then at Mantua nay, I do bear a brain. But as I said, when it did taste the wormwood on the nipple of the breast, and felt it bitter, pretty fool, to see it teachy and fall out with the breast. Shake, quoth the dove. house--- -'twas no need I trow, to bid me trudge ; and fince that time it is fifteen years, for then she could stand alone, nay, by th' rood she could have run, and wadled

all about; for even the day before she broke her brow; and then my husband, (God be with his soul, a' was a merry man,) took up the child; yea quoth he, dost thou fall upon thy face? thou wilt fall backward when thou haft more wit; wilt thou not, Julé? and by my holy dam, the pretty wretch left crying, and said, ay ; To see now how a jest shall come about I warrant, and I should live a thousand Years, I should not forget it : Wilt thou not, Julé, quoth he? and pretty fool, it stinted, and said, ay. Jul. And stint thee too, I pray

thee peace. Nurse. Peace, I have done; God mark thee to his grace. Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurst : And I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.

La. Cap. And that same marriage is the very theme,
I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
How stands your dispofition to be married ?

Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of.
Nurse. An honour ? were not I thine only nurse,
I'd say thou hadft fuck'd wisdom from thy teat.

La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
Are made already mothers. By my 'count,
I was your mother much


years That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief, The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.

Nurse. A man, young lady, lady, such a man As all the world Why, he's a man of wax,

La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a fower.
Nurse. Nay, he's a flower, in faith a very flower.
La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris love?

Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move ;
But no more deep will I indart my eye,
Than your consent gives strength to make it Ay.

Enter Gregory. Greg. Madam, new guests are come, and brave ones, all in masks. You are calld; my young lady ask'd for, the Nurse curs’d in the pantry ; fupper almost ready to be serv'd up, and every thing in extremity. I must hence and wait. La. Cap. We follow thee.

[Exeunt. SCENE

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A Hall in Capulet's House. The Capulets, Ladies, Guests, and Maskers, are discover'd. Сар. . 17 Elcome, Gentlemen. Ladies, that have


Unplagued with corns, we'll have a bout with you.
Who'll now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,
I'll swear hath corns. Am I come near you now?
Welcome all Gentlemen ; I've seen the Day
That I have worn a Visor, and cou'd tell
A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
Such as would please ; 'tis gone ; 'tis gone ; 'tis


[Mufick plays, and they dance. More light ye knaves, and turn the tables up ; - And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. Ah, Sirrah, his unlook'd for sport comes well. Nay fit, nay fit, good coufin Capulet, For you and I are past our dancing days : How long is't now since last yourself and I Were in a mask?

2 Cap. By'r lady, thirty years. Cap. What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much! 'Tis fince the nuptial of Lucentio, Come Pentecost as quickly as it will, Some five and twenty years, and then we mask'd.

2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more ; his son is elder, Sir : His son is thirty.

Cap. Will you tell me that ?
His son was but a ward two years ago.

Rom. Cousin Benvolio, do you matk that Lady, which
Doth enrich the hand of yonder gentleman.
Ben. I do.

Rom. Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night, Like a rich Jewel in an Æthiops' ear ; The measure done, I'll watch her to her place, And touching hers, make happy my rude hand. Be still, be still, my fluttering heart,


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"Tib. This by his voice should be a Mountague,
Fetch me my rapier, boy; what, dares the flave
Come hither cover'd with an antick face,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity ?
Now by the stock and honour of my Race,
To ftrike him dead I hold it not a fin.
Cap. Why, how now, kinsman, wherefore storm you

thus ?
Tib. Uncle, this is a Mountague, our foe;
A villain that is hither come in spite,
To fcorn and Aout at our solemnity.

Cap. Young Romeo, is't ?
Tib. That villain Romeo.

Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone,
He bears him like a courtly gentleman :

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And to fay truth, Verona brags of him,
To be a virtuous and well-govern d youth.
I would not for the wealth of all this town
Here in my house do him disparagement :
Therefore be patient, take no note of him.

Tib. It fits, when such a villian is a guest.
I'll not endure him.

Cap. He shall be endur'd.
Be quiet, Cousin, or I'll make you quiet

Tib. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting,
Makes my flesh tremble in their difference.
I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall,
Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.

A Dance here.
Rom. If I prophane with my unworthy hand

[T, Juliet. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this.

[Kissen Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too

For palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss.

Rom, Have not saint lips, and holy palmers too?
Ful. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer..
Rom. Thus then, dear saint, let lips put up their

[Kiss. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Ben. What is her mother?

[To her nurse, Nurse. Marry, batchelor,


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