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First Servant: "Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!"

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!"

[Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins]

Second Servant: "Ay, boy, ready."

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: "You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber."

[Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers]

Second Servant: "We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all."

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 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]

Second Capulet: "By'r lady, thirty years."

"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: How long is't now since last yourself and I Were is a mask?"

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."

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

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."

Second Capulet: "'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir; His son is thirty."

Servant: "I know not, sir."

ROMEO: "What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight?"

CAPULET: "Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?"

TYBALT: "'Tis he, that villain Romeo."

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: "Young Romeo is it?"

TYBALT: "Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, A villain that is hither come in spite, To scorn at our solemnity this night."

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, 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; 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 cholermeeting Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw: but this intrusions hall Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall."

[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."

JULIET: "Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."

ROMEO: "Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"

JULIET: "Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."

ROMEO: "Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest."

JULIET: "Then have my lips the sin that they have took."

ROMEO: "Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged."

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."

CAPULET: "Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. Is it e'enso? 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."

JULIET: "You kiss by the book."

Nurse: "Madam, your mother craves a word with you."

ROMEO: "Is she a Capulet? O dear account! my life is my foe's debt."

ROMEO: "What is her mother?"

ROMEO: "O, then, dear saint, let! lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."

BENVOLIO: "Away, begone; the sport is at the best."

ROMEO: "Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."

Nurse: "Anon, anon! Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone."

[Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse]

JULIET: "A rhyme I learn'd even now Of one I danced withal."

Nurse: "Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio."

Nurse: "I know not."

JULIET: "What's he that follows there, that would not dance?"

Nurse: "What's this? what's this?"

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."

JULIET: "Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?"

[One calls within 'Juliet.']

[Exeunt]

JULIET: "What's he that now is going out of door?"

Nurse: "The son and heir of old Tiberio."