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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
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Welcome | gentlemen,
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Ladies | that have | their
toes
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Unplagued | with corns,| will have | a bout |
with you:
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Ah ha | my mist|resses,| which of | you all
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Will now | deny | to dance?| She that | makes
dainty,
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She I'll | swear hath corns:| am I | come near |
ye now? (hex with prev)
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Welcome | gentle|men, I | have seen | the day
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That I | have worn | a vis|or, and | could tell
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A whis|pering tale | in a / fair la|dy's ear:
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Such^as | would please:| 'tis gone,| 'tis gone,|
'tis gone,
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You are wel|come gent|lemen, come | musi|cians play:
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A hall,| a hall,| give room,| and foot | it
girls,
[Music plays, and they dance]
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More light | you knaves,| and turn | the tab|les
up:
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And quench | the fire,| the room | is grown too
hot,
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Ah sir|rah, this | unlooked-|for sport | comes^well:
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Nay* sit | nay* sit,| good* cous|in Cap|ulet,
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For you | and I | are past | our dan|cing days:
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How long | is it now | since^last | yourself |
and I
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Were in | a masque?
SECOND CAPULET
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By our la|dy thir|ty years.
CAPULET
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What* man:| 'tis not | so much,| 'tis not | so
much,
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'Tis since | the nup|tials of | Lucen|tio,
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Come* pent|ecost | as quick|ly as | it will,
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Some* five | and twen|ty years,| and then | we
masqued.
SECOND CAPULET
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'Tis more,| 'tis more,| his son | is eld|er sir:
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His son | is thirt|y.
CAPULET
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Will | you tell | me that?
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His son | was but | a ward | two years | ago.
ROMEO
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What la|dy is that | which doth | enrich | the
hand
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Of yond|er knight?
SERVANT
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I know not | sir.
ROMEO
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O she | doth teach | the torch|es to / burn
bright:
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It seems | she hangs | upon | the cheek | of
night,
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As a / rich jewel | in an | Ethiope's ear:
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Beauty | too* rich | for use,| for earth | too*
dear:
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So shows | a sno|wy dove | trooping | with crows,
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As yond|er la|dy ore | her fel|lows shows:
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The meas|ure done,| I'll watch | her place | of
stand,
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And touch|ing hers,| make bles|sed my /
rude hand.
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Did my | heart^love | till now,| Forswear | it
sight, ??
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For I | nere* saw | true beaut/y till | this night.
TYBALT
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This by | his voice,| should be | a Mont|ague.
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Fetch me | my rap|ier boy,| What dares | the
slave
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Come hith|er cov|ered with | an ant|ic face,
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To fleer | and scorn | at our | solem|nity?
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Now* by | the stock | and hon|or of | my kin,
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To strike | him dead | I hold | it not | a sin.
CAPULET
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Why how | now* kins|man,
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Where|fore storm | you
so?
TYBALT
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Uncle | this is | a Mont|ague,| our foe:
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A vil|lain that | is hith|er come | in spite,
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To scorn | at our | solem|nity | this night.
CAPULET
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Young Rom|eo is it?
TYBALT
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'Tis he,| that villain | Romeo.
CAPULET
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Content | thee gent|le coz,| let him | alone,
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He bears | him like | a port|ly gent|leman:
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And to / say truth,| Vero|na brags | of him,
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To be | a vir|tuous and / well-gov|erned youth:
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I would | not for | the wealth | of all | the
town,
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Here in | my house | do him | dispar|agement:
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Therefore | be pa|tient, take | no note | of him,
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It is | my will,| the which | if thou | respect,
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Show a | fair pres/ence, and | put^off | these*
frowns,
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And ill-|beseem|ing sem|blance for | a feast.
TYBALT
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It fits | when such | a vil|lain is | a guest,
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I'll not | endure | him.
CAPULET
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He | shall
be | endured.
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What good|man boy,| I say | he shall,| go to,
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Am I | the mast|er here | or you?| Go to,
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You'll not | endure | him, God | shall mend | my
soul,
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You'll make | a mut|iny | among | my guests:
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You will / set cock-|a-hoop,| you'll be | the man.
TYBALT
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Why unc|le, 'tis | a shame.
CAPULET
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Go to,| go to,
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You are | a sau|cy boy,| is it so | indeed?
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This trick | may chance | to scathe | you, I |
know what,
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You must | contra|ry me,| marry | 'tis time.
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Well said | my hearts,| You are a | princox, go,
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Be qui|et, or / more light,| more* light | for
shame,
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I'll make | you qui|et. What,| cheerly | my
hearts.
TYBALT
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Patience per|force, with | wilful | choler |
meeting,
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Makes my | flesh tremble / in their | different |
greeting:
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I will | withdraw,| but this | intru|sion shall
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Now* seem|ing sweet,| convert | to bit|ter gall.
[Exit]
ROMEO
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If I | profane | with my | unworth|iest hand,
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This ho|ly shrine,| the gent|le fine | is this,
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My lips | two* blush|ing pil|grims rea|dy stand,
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To smooth | that rough | touch, with | a tend|er
kiss.
JULIET
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Good* pil|grim,
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You | do wrong | your hand | too
much,
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Which man|nerly | devo|tion shows | in this,
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For saints | have hands,| that pil|grims' hands |
do touch,
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And palm | to palm,| is ho|ly palm|ers' kiss.
ROMEO
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Have not | saints lips, and hol|y palm|ers too?
JULIET
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Aye* pil|grim, lips | that they | must use | in
prayer.
ROMEO
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O then | dear* saint,| let^lips | do what / hands
do,
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They pray |(grant thou)| lest faith | turn to |
despair.
JULIET
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Saints do | not move,
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Though grant | for pray|ers'
sake.
ROMEO
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Then move | not while | my prayer's | effect | I
take:
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Thus from | my lips,| by thine | my sin | is purged.
JULIET
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Then have | my lips | the sin | that they | have
took.
ROMEO
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Sin from | thy lips?| O tres|pass* sweet|ly urged:
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Give me | my sin | again.
JULIET
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You kiss | by the book.
NURSE
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Madam | your moth|er craves | a word | with you.
ROMEO
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What is | her moth|er?
NURSE
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Mar|ry bach|elor,
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Her moth|er is | the la|dy of | the house,
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And a good | lady,| and a wife,| and vir|tuous,
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I nursed | her daught|er that | you talked |
withal:
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I tell | you, he | that can / lay hold | of her,
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Shall have | the chinks.
ROMEO
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Is she | a Cap|ulet?
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O dear | account!| my life | is my / foe's debt.
BENVOLIO
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Away,| begone,| the sport | is at | the best.
ROMEO
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Aye so | I fear,| the more | is my | unrest.
CAPULET
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Nay gent/lemen | prepare | not to | be gone,
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We have | a trif|ling fool|ish ban|quet towards:
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Is it / eene so?| Why then | I thank | you all.
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I thank | you hon|est gent|lemen,| good^night:
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More torch|es here:| Come on,| then let's | to bed.
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Ah sir|rah, by | my fay | it wax|es late,
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I'll to | my rest. \\
[Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse]
JULIET
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Come hith|er nurse,
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What is | yond gent/leman: \\
NURSE
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The son | and heir | of old | Tibe|rio.
JULIET
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What's^he | that now | is go|ing out | of door?
NURSE
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Marry | that I | think, be | young Pe|trucio.
JULIET
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What's he | that fol|lows there | that would |
not^dance?
NURSE
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I know not. \\
JULIET
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Go ask | his name:| if he | be mar|ried,
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My grave | is like | to be | my wed|ding bed.
NURSE
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His name | is Rom|eo,| and a Mont|ague,
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The on|ly son | of your / great en|emy.
JULIET
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My on|ly love | sprung from | my on|ly hate,
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Too ear|ly seen,| unknown,| and known too late,
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Prodi|gious birth | of love | it is | to me,
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That I | must love | a loath|ed en|emy.
NURSE
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What's this?| What's this?
JULIET
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A rhyme,| I learn | even^now
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Of one | I danced | withal.
[One calls within, Juliet.]
NURSE
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Anon,| anon:
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Come let's away,| the strang|ers all | are gone.
[Exeunt]