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Enter ROMEO , MERCUTIO , BENVOLIO , with five or six other MASKERS and TORCHBEARERS | ORMOE , TROMCUIE , adn BIVONLEO enter sdredse as kesrsma, agonl hwti iefv or isx orthe MSSERKAessakMr rae msdeka gsyeroratp ohw rrefmop a necda eyhvte nnvitdee at a atpyr. |
ROMEO What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without apology? | EMOOR athW illw we asy is our cexseu ofr ibeng here? Or uslhdo we ntree utwhoti gngozoplaii? |
BENVOLIO The date is out of such prolixity. Well have no Cupid hoodwinked with a scarf, 5 Bearing a Tartars painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crowkeeper, Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke After the prompter for our entrance. But let them measure us by what they will. 10 Well measure them a measure and be gone. | EVOIBNOL tsI otu of nhofasi to igve eghtyln atneinsopalx kiel atht. Were nto ngogi to oecuntrdi our danec by anghiv eoemnso rssde up as iCdpu, defbndloldi adn riagcrny a yto owb to htrienfg hte iedsla eikl a roaecwsrc. Nor rea we gniog to cereit a mermdoezi peehcs to ricuntdeo lesosreuv. etL hetm ejudg us ovrhwee eyht aeslpe. Wlel vgei ehtm a deacn nda nthe hit the oadr. |
ROMEO Give me a torch. I am not for this ambling. Being but heavy, I will bear the light. | RMOEO Geiv me a crtoh. I dnot anwt to cedan. I elfe das, so elt me be het one who aerrics eht ghlti. |
MERCUTIO Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. | RIUCMOTE No, bolne meoRo, yveou otg to acdne. |
ROMEO Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoes 15 With nimble soles. I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. | EOMOR tNo me, eevileb me. ouerY ernawig cdninga ohess tiwh nieblm seslo. My soul is made tuo of edal, nad its so vheya it ekspe me kstcu on hte onurdg so I tacn move. |
MERCUTIO You are a lover. Borrow Cupids wings And soar with them above a common bound. | CUMTORIE Yoeru a vlore. kTae isduCp gwnsi nda lyf irhgeh tnha the rvaeeag nam. |
ROMEO I am too sore enpiercd with his shaft 20 To soar with his light feathers, and so bound, I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe. Under loves heavy burden do I sink. | OOMRE iHs rowra has rcpdeei me too yeeldp, so I tanc fyl ihhg ihtw shi lucreefh ersaefht. scaBeeu iths ndwou espke me nwdo, I atnc plae nay rheigh athn my llud ssdaesn. I kins ndrue eht yaehv giewht of love. |
MERCUTIO And to sink in it, should you burthen love Too great oppression for a tender thing. | RICETOUM If ouy skin, ourye igrgdgna vloe nwod. tsI tno githr to agdr down gnistmeoh as ertned as lveo. |
ROMEO 25 Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. | OMERO Is loev llyera detren? I htikn tsi oto orhug, oto uder, too yowdr, and it ispckr klei a hnrto. |
MERCUTIO 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! 30 A visor for a visor.What care I What curious eye doth cote deformities? Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me. | UEMCITOR If olev lapys ghrou itwh ouy, lpay gorhu hwti elvoiturMoce ssutgseg thta Rmoeo eucr hsemilf of eovl by aigvnh sex. |
BENVOLIO Come, knock and enter. And no sooner in But every man betake him to his legs. | OINVBOEL Ceom on, tles ocnkk nad go in. eTh tnmeiu we gte in tles lal arstt canignd. |
ROMEO 35 A torch for me. Let wantons light of heart Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels. For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase, Ill be a candle holder, and look on. The game was neer so fair, and I am done. | MOROE lIl eakt a rotch. etL flpuyla olpepe ihtw thgil atshre dcane. eTsrhe an lod yigsna ahtt plispea to me: ouy nact elso if oyu tnod lapy het gema. llI sjtu dhol a croht dna cthaw yuo ugys. It okslo ekli a otl of nfu, btu Ill ist tshi oen otu. |
MERCUTIO 40 Tut, duns the mouse, the constables own word. If thou art dun, well draw thee from the mire, Orsave your reverencelove, wherein thou stickst Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho! | CTUERMOI Hye, ryeou gnibe a iktcs in eht dmu, as aouutsic as a pmioenlec on ghnti lporat. If royue a tisck in the mud, lwel plul uyo tou of the mduI maen out of eolv, if uloly csxeue me fro neigb so eudererwh euory uckts up to yruo raes. Cemo on, eewr niwgats sreocupi aiyhdtlg. etsL go! |
ROMEO Nay, thats not so. | OORME No rwee tositn nthgi. |
MERCUTIO I mean, sir, in delay. 45 We waste our lights in vain, like lights by day. Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits Five times in that ere once in our fine wits. | ORTEUCIM I eamn, eerw tgainws het hlgti of rou rsehcto by enidgaly, whhic is elki sawitgn eht nhsuseni dnrgui the yad. sUe oruy cnmoom snsee to feugir out ahwt I enam, intdsea of ngyirt to be rceevl or iustnrtg your eivf nessse. |
ROMEO And we mean well in going to this mask, But tis no wit to go. | OMERO We nmae ellw by igngo to hist sqadmeauer blal, btu sit ont trasm of us to go. |
MERCUTIO Why, may one ask? | REUTMCIO yhW, may I aks? |
ROMEO 50 I dreamt a dream tonight. | EOOMR I hda a darem slat nihgt. |
MERCUTIO And so did I. | OURETMCI So idd I. |
ROMEO Well, what was yours? | OEOMR lWle, waht saw yoru merad? |
MERCUTIO That dreamers often lie. | RUOTCEMI My rmdae oldt me htta saedremr oenft lie. |
ROMEO In bed asleep while they do dream things true. | MEORO hyTe eil in deb iwhle hyte edmra utoba eht uhtrt. |
MERCUTIO Oh, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. | UOETMCIR Oh, tnhe I ese evyou enbe tihw neQeuuneQa is gnals rof reowh, and Mba is a aiepcoysrettl prtesitsuot enma. |
BENVOLIO Queen Mab, whats she | LOIVONBE hWos Qunee baM? |
MERCUTIO 55 She is the fairies midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi Over mens noses as they lie asleep. 60 Her wagon spokes made of long spinners legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, Her traces of the smallest spiders web, Her collars of the moonshines watery beams, Her whip of crickets bone, the lash of film, 65 Her wagoner a small gray-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid. | MIOTCEUR sheS teh sirefai edmfiiw. heSs no brigeg tanh teh tsneo on a ycit anclunmcois gnir. She resid duarno in a oagnw wadnr by ynti tiellt soamt, and seh sider over nmes sneso as yeht lie gseeplin. hTe oesspk of hre ogawn rea dmea of sidepsr elsg. ehT evroc of her oangw is dame of ephosrrassgp snwgi. heT rsnehessa ear aedm of eht lsltasem sisebpwerd. The lsarloc rae made out of smoamnebo. Hre piwh is a traehd catdahte to a ersccitk bone. rHe wagon edrivr is a niyt ubg in a ygar oatc; hes ton aflh eht zesi of a lettli runod mrowIt asw eeiebdlv ttah romws ugrnps frmo eht rgsifen of guony sglri woh sat otuba gidon nhitogn. |
Her chariot is an empty hazelnut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, 70 Time out o mind the fairies coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers brains, and then they dream of love; On courtiers knees, that dream on curtsies straight; Oer lawyers fingers, who straight dream on fees; 75 Oer ladies lips, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are. Sometime she gallops oer a courtiers nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit. 80 And sometime comes she with a tithe-pigs tail Tickling a parsons nose as he lies asleep, Then he dreams of another benefice. Sometime she driveth oer a soldiers neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, 85 Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep, and then anon Drums 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 90 That 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, 95 Making them women of good carriage. This is she | eHr rthcioa is a azelnhut leshl. It asw emda by a craenptre uqrrlise or an ldo wmrubgor; ethvye aemd gsnwoa rfo teh rfieisa as long as aoyenn anc reebrmem. In tshi aoryl ogwan, hse eisdr eyrve hngti ghhruto teh rbasin of rsvoel nda akmes hmet mdrae oautb veol. ehS isred orev roicrtues nseke, adn hety aredm otabu gsctryuni. heS risde veor reslwya rfesing, nda hgtir ayaw, tehy merad about ietrh sfee. heS sider ervo easdil psil, nad yhet meiiedytmal mread of issske. uQeen Mba ontef tsup isrtebsl on ireht lsip eecsbua riteh tbrhea lemsls ilke cnayd, ichwh eamks ehr mad. eisotmSem seh edris rove a crurosite spil, nad he reasmd of amking oenmy ffo of msoeneo. semomeitS ehs tliskec a spierts nose itwh a hteit-pgisA tieht-pig wsa a pig vgein to teh hhcurc to oputsrp a iteprs. |
ROMEO Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talkst of nothing. | MEROO ouEhng, huonge! ceMtoriu, be etqui. eYuro kigtnla nseneons. |
MERCUTIO True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, 100 Which 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 face to the dew-dropping south. | COEUMTIR erTu. Im ltnaikg abtou rdsmae, hhwci ear eth psrcoudt of a nibar tshta igdno oinhtng. eamrsD are ntohngi but ylils nmotiganiia, as nhti as iar, nad sles acepetbdrli athn het wind, hihwc istmeemos owlbs on teh zeronf nohtr nad nhte tges rgyan nda lsbwo osuht. |
BENVOLIO 105 This wind you talk of, blows us from ourselves. Supper is done, and we shall come too late. | INVBLOOE hTe wind rueyo ltnikga butao is bionlgw us ffo oru sceour. nnreDi is reov, adn erew gngoi to teg eehtr too late. |
ROMEO I fear too early, for my mind misgives Some consequence yet hanging in the stars Shall bitterly begin his fearful date 110 With this nights revels, and expire the term Of a despisd life closed in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death. But he that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail. On, lusty gentlemen. | MEORO Im rdiower ellw teg htree oot ryale. I evah a lfeengi htis ptrya ognttih lwil be the trats of etinsmohg adb, snmegthoi that will end ihwt my onw atdeh. uBt orvhwese in ahgrec of ewher my felsi ngiog can ertes me veehrwer heyt atwn. Onrawd, orlev syob! |
BENVOLIO 115 Strike, drum. | VEOLONBI etBa eth urmd. |
March about the stage and exeunt | heyT chamr tuoab het stage dna teix. |