CAPULET: Welcome, gentlemen. There was a time when I could wear a mask and charm a lady by whispering a story in her ear. Those days are gone, gone, gone.
Come, musicians. Play music!
Make room in the hall!
Shake a leg, girls!
Nay, sit, my good Capulet cousin. you and I are past our dancing days. How long has it been since you and I last wore such masks?
CAPULET’S COUSIN: I swear, it must be thirty years.