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Romeo and Juliet

Act I, Scene 5

A hall in Capulet's house.
 
[Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins]
 
FIRST SERVANT
Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!
 
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
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!
 
SECOND SERVANT
Aye, boy, ready.
 
FIRST SERVANT
You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber.
 
SECOND SERVANT
We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
 
[Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers]
 
CAPULET
       ,         ,   2       ,              ,            ,
      Welcome | gentlemen,| ladies | that have | their toes
           ,             ,            ,        ,          ,
      Unplagued | with corns | will have | a bout | with you.
          ,       ,       ,      ,             ,
      Ah ha | my mis|tresses,| which of | you all
            ,       ,        ,      ,           T     T  T
      Will now | deny | to dance?| She that | makes dainty,
       ,           T     T    T      ,            ,        ,
5     She I'll | swear hath corns;| am I | come near | ye now?  (hex with prev)
       ,         ,          ,          ,         ,
      Welcome | gentle|men, I | have seen | the day
           ,          ,       ,      ,            ,
      That I | have worn | a vi|sor and | could tell
          ,     2     ,             ,   ,       ,
      A whis|pering tale | in a / fair la|dy's ear,
        ,                ,            ,           ,           ,
      Such as | would please:| 'tis gone,| 'tis gone,| 'tis gone:
         2     ,        ,     2      ,       ,         ,
10    You are wel|come gen|tlemen, come | musi|cians play:
          ,        ,           ,          ,         ,
      A hall,| a hall,| give room,| and foot | it girls.
 
[Music plays, and they dance]
             ,            ,           ,         ,       ,
      More light,| you knaves;| and turn | the ta|bles up,
             ,           ,          ,         ,          ,
      And quench | the fire,| the room | is grown | too hot.
          ,         ,         ,          ,             ,
      Ah sir|rah, this | unlooked-|for sport | comes well.
           ,         ,          ,       ,    ,
15    Nay sit | nay sit,| good cou|sin Cap|ulet;
           ,        ,         ,         ,         ,
      For you | and I | are past | our dan|cing days:
            ,      2    ,            ,          ,        ,
      How long | is it now | since last | yourself | and I
            ,        ,
      Were in | a masque?
 
SECOND CAPULET
                            2     ,       ,       ,
                          By our la|dy, thir|ty years.
 
CAPULET
        ,              ,         ,          ,         ,
20    What man:| 'tis not | so much,| 'tis not | so much:
             ,          ,         ,      ,    ,
      'Tis since | the nup|tials of | Lucen|tio,
            ,      ,         ,       ,        ,
      Come pen|tecost | as quick|ly as | it will,
             ,          ,       ,           ,          ,
      Some five | and twen|ty years;| and then | we masqued.
 
SECOND CAPULET
             ,           ,         ,        ,       ,
      'Tis more,| 'tis more,| his son | is el|der, sir;
           ,         ,
25    His son | is thirty.
 
CAPULET
                            ,          ,         ,
                          Will | you tell | me that?
           ,         ,        ,          ,       ,
      His son | was but | a ward | two years | ago.
 
ROMEO [To a Servingman]
            ,         ,            ,        ,          ,
      What la|dy is that | which doth | enrich | the hand
          ,         ,
      Of yon|der knight?
 
SERVANT
                          T   T   T         o
30                        I know not | sir.
 
ROMEO
         ,           ,          ,              ,     ,
      O she | doth teach | the tor|ches to / burn bright:
           ,           ,       ,          ,          ,
      It seems | she hangs | upon | the cheek | of night
        T  .   T    Tx     ,      T  .   T   T
      Like a rich jewel | in an | Ethiope's ear;
       ,             ,         ,          ,           ,
      Beauty | too rich | for use,| for earth | too dear:
           ,        ,       ,      ,               ,
35    So shows | a sno|wy dove | trooping | with crows,
          ,       ,     ,         ,         ,
      As yon|der la|dy ore | her fel|lows shows.
           ,         ,           ,           ,          ,
      The mea|sure done,| I'll watch | her place | of stand,
            ,         ,           ,       ,          ,
      And touch|ing hers,| make bles|sed my | rude^hand.
           ,           ,          ,         ,          ,
      Did my | heart love | till now?| Forswear | it sight,
          ,         ,            ,       ,           ,
40    For I | nere saw | true* beau|ty till | this night.
 
TYBALT
        ,             ,             ,      ,     ,
      This by | his voice,| should be | a Mon|tague.
        ,            ,   2   ,           ,           ,
      Fetch me | my ra|pier boy.| What dares | the slave
            ,       ,         ,        ,       ,
      Come hi|ther co|vered with | an an|tic face,
           ,           ,         ,       ,     ,
      To fleer | and scorn | at our | solem|nity?
       ,             ,          ,       ,       ,
45    Now by | the stock | and hon|our of | my kin,
            ,           ,        ,        ,       ,
      To strike | him dead | I hold | it not | a sin.
 
CAPULET
           ,         ,          ,          ,          ,
      Why how | now kin|sman, where|fore storm | you so?
 
TYBALT
       ,        ,          ,     ,         ,
      Uncle | this is | a Mon|tague,| our foe:
         ,         ,        ,        ,         ,
      A vil|lain that | is hi|ther come | in spite,
           ,         ,       ,     ,          ,
50    To scorn | at our | solem|nity | this night.
 
CAPULET
             ,  2    x
      Young Ro|meo is it?
 
TYBALT
                                 ,           x       ,  2
                           'Tis he,| that villain | Romeo.
 
CAPULET
           ,          ,       ,     ,           ,
      Content | thee gen|tle coz,| let him | alone;
           ,           ,        ,      ,      ,
      He bears | him like | a port|ly gen|tleman;
                ,    ,        ,      ,         ,
55    And to / say truth,| Vero|na brags | of him,
          ,      ,    2           ,   ,          ,
      To be | a vir|tuous and / well-gov|erned youth:
          ,          ,           ,         ,          ,
      I would | not for | the wealth | of all | the town
        ,            ,         ,        ,       ,
      Here in | my house | do him | dispar|agement:
        ,             ,          ,         ,        ,
      Therefore | be pa|tient, take | no note | of him:
          ,        ,          ,          ,         ,
60    It is | my will,| the which | if thou | respect,
        ,        ,    ,                   ,             ,
      Show a | fair pres/ence, and | put^off | these frowns,
           ,      ,        ,          ,        ,
      And ill-|besee|ming sem|blance for | a feast.
 
TYBALT
           ,           ,       ,        ,       ,
      It fits | when such | a vil|lain is | a guest:
            ,        ,
      I'll not | endure | him.
 
CAPULET
                               ,          ,        ,
65                            He | shall be | endured:
             ,       ,       ,         ,         ,
      What good|man boy,| I say | he shall,| go to,
         ,        ,        ,        ,        ,
      Am I | the mas|ter here | or you?| Go to,
              ,        ,          ,            ,         ,
      You'll not | endure | him, God | shall mend | my soul,
               ,       ,    ,      ,          ,
      You'll make | a mu|tiny | among | my guests:
                  ,    ,       ,            ,        ,
70    You will / set cock-|a-hoop,| you'll be | the man.
 
TYBALT
           ,        ,        ,
      Why un|cle, 'tis | a shame.
 
CAPULET
                                      ,       ,
                                  Go to,| go to;
       ,           ,      ,      2    ,       ,
      You are | a sau|cy boy,| is it so | indeed?
             ,            ,           ,          ,          ,
      This trick | may chance | to scathe | you, I | know what,
            ,        ,      ,    ,             ,
75    You must | contra|ry me,| marry | 'tis time.
             ,          ,          ,        ,        ,
      Well said | my hearts,| You are | a prin|cox, go,
          ,             ,    ,             ,           ,
      Be qui|et, or / more light,| more* light | for shame,
             ,         ,        ,      ,             ,
      I'll make | you qui|et. What,| cheerly | my hearts.
 
TYBALT
       ,      2      ,            ,        ,        ,
      Patience per|force, with | wilful | choler | meeting
        ,          ,     ,     2            ,   2        ,
80    Makes my | flesh trem/ble in their | different | greeting:
          ,          ,          ,       ,         ,
      I will | withdraw,| but this | intru|sion shall
           ,         ,          ,        ,        ,
      Now see|ming sweet | convert | to bit|ter gall.
 
[Exit]
 
ROMEO [To JULIET]
         ,        ,          ,      ,    2      ,
      If I | profane | with my | unwor|thiest hand
            ,       ,          ,        ,         ,
      This ho|ly shrine,| the gen|tle fine | is this:
           ,          ,        ,         ,       ,
85    My lips | two blush|ing pil|grims rea|dy stand
            ,            ,       ,             ,        ,
      To smooth | that rough | touch with | a ten|der kiss.
 
JULIET
            ,         ,         ,            ,          ,
      Good pil|grim, you | do wrong | your hand | too much,
             ,      ,      ,        ,          ,
      Which man|nerly | devo|tion shows | in this;
             ,            ,           ,           ,          ,
      For saints | have hands | that pil|grims' hands | do touch,
            ,         ,        ,      ,         ,
90    And palm | to palm | is ho|ly palm|ers' kiss.
 
ROMEO
            ,             ,         ,      ,       ,
      Have not | saints^lips,| and ho|ly palm|ers too?
 
JULIET
           ,          ,           ,          ,          ,
      Aye pil|grim, lips | that they | must use | in prayer.
 
ROMEO
          ,            ,           ,                ,    ,
      O then | dear* saint,| let lips | do what / hands do,
             ,      ,                 ,       ,            ,
      They pray |(grant thou)| lest faith | turn to | despair.
 
JULIET
         ,              ,             ,           ,         ,
95    Saints do | not move,| though grant | for pray|ers' sake.
 
ROMEO
             ,     ,                ,           ,        ,
      Then move | not while | my prayer's | effect | I take.
             ,         ,         ,         ,          ,
      Thus from | my lips,| by thine | my sin | is purged.
 
JULIET
             ,         ,         ,           ,           ,
      Then have | my lips | the sin | that they | have took.
 
ROMEO
       ,               ,        ,         ,        ,
      Sin from | thy lips?| O tres|pass sweet|ly urged:
        ,           ,       ,
100   Give me | my sin | again.
 
JULIET
                                     ,      2      ,
                               You kiss | by the book.
 
NURSE
       ,            ,         ,         ,          ,
      Madam | your mo|ther craves | a word | with you.
 
ROMEO
        ,            ,
      What is | her mo|ther?
 
NURSE
                              ,      ,     ,
                             Mar|ry ba|chelor,
           ,       ,        ,     ,         ,
105   Her mo|ther is | the la|dy of | the house,
         2    ,     ,        2    ,         ,     ,
      And a good | lady,| and a wife | and vir|tuous
           ,           ,         ,           ,          ,
      I nursed | her daugh|ter that | you talked | withal;
          ,          ,               ,    ,        ,
      I tell | you, he | that can / lay hold | of her
              ,           ,
      Shall have | the chinks.
 
ROMEO
                                  ,       ,    ,
110                           Is she | a Cap|ulet?
          ,        ,          ,              ,     ,
      O dear | account!| my life | is my / foe's debt.
 
BENVOLIO
         ,       ,          ,         ,         ,
      Away,| begone;| the sport | is at | the best.
 
ROMEO
           ,       ,          ,        ,       ,
      Aye so | I fear,| the more | is my | unrest.
 
CAPULET
       ,   ,                ,     ,            ,
      Nay gen/tlemen | prepare | not to | be gone;
           ,       ,         ,        ,          ,
115   We have | a tri|fling foo|lish ban|quet towards:
                ,   ,         ,        ,          ,
      Is it / eene so?| Why then | I thank | you all.
          ,          ,       ,      ,           ,
      I thank | you hon|est gen|tlemen,| good night:
            ,         ,          ,          ,         ,
      More tor|ches here:| Come on,| then let's | to bed.
          ,        ,       ,        ,       ,
      Ah sir|rah, by | my fay | it wax|es late.
            ,        ,    oo
120   I'll to | my rest.|
 
[Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse]
 
JULIET
                                     ,        ,
                               Come hi|ther nurse,
        T         ,   ,
      What is | yond gen/tleman?  (pickup)
 
NURSE
           ,          ,        ,       ,   ,
      The son | and heir | of old | Tibe|rio.
 
JULIET
              ,         ,        ,      ,         ,
      What's he | that now | is go|ing out | of door?
 
NURSE
       ,        ,        ,           ,       ,  2
125   Marry | that I | think, be | young Pe|trucio.
 
JULIET
              ,         ,         ,            ,           ,
      What's he | that fol|lows there | that would | not dance?
 
NURSE
      T   T   T
      I know not. (picked up)
 
JULIET
          ,          ,        ,       ,        o
      Go ask | his name:| if he | be mar|ried,
           ,          ,        ,       ,        ,
      My grave | is like | to be | my wed|ding bed.
 
NURSE
            ,        ,   ,      2   ,     ,
130   His name | is Ro|meo,| and a Mon|tague;
           ,     ,                ,    ,   ,
      The on|ly son | of your / great en|emy.
 
JULIET
          ,      ,       ,              ,      ,
      My on|ly love | sprung from | my on|ly hate,
           ,       ,        ,           ,           ,
      Too ear|ly seen | unknown,| and known | too late,
          ,         ,          ,        ,       ,
      Prodi|gious birth | of love | it is | to me,
           ,          ,       ,        ,   ,
135   That I | must love | a loa|thed en|emy.
 
NURSE
               ,             ,
      What's this?| What's this?
 
JULIET
                                     ,          ,        2   ,
                                 A rhyme | I learned | even^now
          ,         ,          ,
      Of one | I danced | withal.
 
[One calls within, Juliet.]
 
NURSE
                                   ,      ,
                                 Anon,| anon:
        ,            ,          ,         ,          ,
140   Come let's | away;| the stran|gers all | are gone.
 
[Exeunt]

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