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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!
2 Ser. Ay, boy; ready.
1 Ser. You are looked for, and called for, asked for, and sought for, in the great chamber.
2 Ser. We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
[they retire behind.
Enter CAPULET, &c. with the Guests and the
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 you now? You are welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day, That I have worn a visor; and could tell 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,
1 A sideboard, on which the plate was placed. ? A kind of sweet bread or biscuit.
A hall! a hall!1 give room, and foot it, girls.
[music 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, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin 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. 1. Cap. What, man? 'tis not so much ; 'tis not so
much : 'Tis since 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. 1 Сар.
tell me that? His son was but a ward two years ago. Ro. What lady's that, which doth enrich the
Ser. I know not, sir.
Ti.e. give place, make room.
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
heart love till now ? forswear it, sight! Far I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Ty. This, by his voice, should be a Montague.-
storm you so ?
1 Cap. Young Romeo is 't ?
'Tis he, that villain Romeo. 1 Cap. 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 this 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, Show a fair presence, and put off these frowns, An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
Ty. It fits, when such a villain is a guest : I'U not endure him,