Marry,that 'marry'is the very theme I came to talk of.Tell me,daughter Juliet, How stands your disposition to be married? JULIET It is an honour that I dream not of. Nurse An honour!were not I thine only nurse, I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat. LADY CAPULET Well,think of marriage now;younger than you, Here in Verona,ladies of esteem, Are made already mothers:by my count, I was your mother much upon these years That you are now a maid.Thus then in brief: The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. Nurse A man,young lady!lady,such a man As all the world--why,he's a man of wax. LADY CAPULET Verona's summer hath not such a flower. Nurse Nay,he's a flower;in faith,a very flower. LADY CAPULET What say you?can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast;
Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your disposition to be married? JULIET It is an honour that I dream not of. Nurse An honour! were not I thine only nurse, I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat. LADY CAPULET Well, think of marriage now; younger than you, Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Are made already mothers: by my count, I was your mother much upon these years That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief: The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. Nurse A man, young lady! lady, such a man As all the world -- why, he's a man of wax. LADY CAPULET Verona's summer hath not such a flower. Nurse Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. LADY CAPULET What say you? can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast;
Read o'er the volume of young Paris'face, And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; Examine every married lineament, And see how one another lends content And what obscured in this fair volume lies Find written in the margent of his eyes. This precious book of love,this unbound lover, To beautify him,only lacks a cover: The fish lives in the sea,and 'tis much pride For fair without the fair within to hide: That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; So shall you share all that he doth possess, By having him,making yourself no less. Nurse No less!nay,bigger;women grow by men. LADY CAPULET Speak briefly,can you like of Paris'love? JULIET I'll look to like,if looking liking move: But no more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. [Enter a Servant] Servant Madam,the guests are come,supper served up,you called,my young lady asked for,the nurse cursed in the pantry,and every thing in extremity.I must hence to wait;I beseech you,follow straight. LADY CAPULET
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; Examine every married lineament, And see how one another lends content And what obscured in this fair volume lies Find written in the margent of his eyes. This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him, only lacks a cover: The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride For fair without the fair within to hide: That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; So shall you share all that he doth possess, By having him, making yourself no less. Nurse No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men. LADY CAPULET Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love? JULIET I'll look to like, if looking liking move: But no more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. [Enter a Servant] Servant Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight. LADY CAPULET
We follow thee. [Exit Servant] Juliet,the county stays. Nurse Go,girl,seek happy nights to happy days [Exeunt] Scene 4 [A street.] [Enter ROMEO,MERCUTIO,BENVOLIO,with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers,and others] ROMEO What,shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without a apology? BENVOLIO The date is out of such prolixity: We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; Nor no without-book prologue,faintly spoke After the prompter,for our entrance: But let them measure us by what they will; We'll measure them a measure,and be gone. ROMEO Give me a torch:I am not for this ambling; Being but heavy,I will bear the light
We follow thee. [Exit Servant] Juliet, the county stays. Nurse Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. [Exeunt] Scene 4 [A street.] [Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others] ROMEO What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without a apology? BENVOLIO The date is out of such prolixity: We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke After the prompter, for our entrance: But let them measure us by what they will; We'll measure them a measure, and be gone. ROMEO Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling; Being but heavy, I will bear the light
MERCUTIO Nay,gentle Romeo,we must have you dance. ROMEO Not I,believe me:you have dancing shoes With nimble soles:I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. MERCUTIO You are a lover;borrow Cupid's wings, And soar with them above a common bound. ROMEO I am too sore enpierced with his shaft To soar with his light feathers,and so bound, I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: Under love's heavy burden do I sink. MERCUTIO And,to sink in it,should you burden love; Too great oppression for a tender thing. ROMEO Is love a tender thing?it is too rough, Too rude,too boisterous,and it pricks like thorn. MERCUTIO If love be rough with you,be rough with love; Prick love for pricking,and you beat love down. Give me a case to put my visage in: A visor for a visor!what care I
MERCUTIO Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. ROMEO Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. MERCUTIO You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, And soar with them above a common bound. ROMEO I am too sore enpierced with his shaft To soar with his light feathers, and so bound, I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: Under love's heavy burden do I sink. MERCUTIO And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Too great oppression for a tender thing. ROMEO Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. MERCUTIO If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. Give me a case to put my visage in: A visor for a visor! what care I
What curious eye doth quote deformities? Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me. BENVOLIO Come,knock and enter;and no sooner in, But every man betake him to his legs. ROMEO A torch for me:let wantons light of heart Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase; I'll be a candle-holder,and look on. The game was ne'er so fair,and I am done MERCUTIO Tut,dun's the mouse,the constable's own word: If thou art dun,we'll draw thee from the mire Of this sir-reverence love,wherein thou stick'st Up to the ears.Come,we burn daylight,ho! ROMEO Nay,that's not so. MERCUTIO I mean,sir,in delay We waste our lights in vain,like lamps by day Take our good meaning,for our judgment sits Five times in that ere once in our five wits. ROMEO And we mean well in going to this mask; But 'tis no wit to go
What curious eye doth quote deformities? Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me. BENVOLIO Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in, But every man betake him to his legs. ROMEO A torch for me: let wantons light of heart Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase; I'll be a candle-holder, and look on. The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. MERCUTIO Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word: If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho! ROMEO Nay, that's not so. MERCUTIO I mean, sir, in delay We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits Five times in that ere once in our five wits. ROMEO And we mean well in going to this mask; But 'tis no wit to go