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A hall in Capulet's house. The hall is set up for a party. There is much space for dancing. |
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Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins |
| Peter |
Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He |
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shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher! |
| Second Servant |
When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's |
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hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing. |
| Peter |
Away with the joint-stools, remove the |
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court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save |
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me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let |
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the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. |
| Second Servant |
Ay, boy, ready. |
| Peter |
You are looked for and called for, asked for and |
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sought for, in the great chamber. |
| Second Servant |
We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be |
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brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all. |
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Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the |
| Capulet |
Welcome, gentlemen! 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 mistresses! 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? |
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Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day |
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That I have worn a visor and could tell |
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A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, |
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Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone: |
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You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play. |
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A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls. |
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Music plays, and they dance |
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More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up, |
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And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. |
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Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. |
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Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet; |
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For you and I are past our dancing days: |
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How long is't now since last yourself and I |
| Capulet's Cousin |
By'r lady, thirty years. |
| Capulet |
What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much: |
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'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio, |
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Come pentecost as quickly as it will, |
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Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd. |
| Capulet's Cousin |
'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir; |
| Capulet |
Will you tell me that? |
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His son was but a ward two years ago. |
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