A Hall in Capulet's House
 Two SERVINGMEN come forth with napkins.

1st Servant	Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He shift a 
	trencher! He scrape a trencher!

2nd Servant	When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands, 
	and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.

1st 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 loves me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone 
	and Nell. Anthony and Potpan!

                      Enter another two SERVINGMEN.

3rd Servant	Ay, boy, ready.

1st Servant	You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought 
	for, in the great chamber.

4th Servant	We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys! Be brisk 
	awhile, and the longer liver take all.
											[SERVANTS retire.

          Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, JULIET, Capulet's COUSIN,
     TYBALT, Tybalt's PAGE, NURSE, and all the GUESTS and GENTLEWOMEN
              to the MASQUERS, ROMEO, BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO.

Capulet	Welcome, gentlemen! Ladies that have their toes
	Unplagued with corns will walk a bout with you.
	Ah, 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.
	More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up;
	And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
	[To COUSIN.] Ah sirrah, this unlooked-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 in a masque?

Cousin						By'r Lady, thirty years.

Capulet	What, man? - 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much.
	'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio,
	Come Pentecost as quickly as it will,
	Some five-and-twenty years; and then we masqued.

Cousin	'Tis more, 'tis more. His son is elder, sir;
	His son is thirty.

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

Romeo	[To a SERVANT.] What lady's that which doth enrich the hand
	Of yonder knight?

Servant	I know not, sir.

Romeo	O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
	It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
	As a rich jewel in an Ethiop'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 blessd my rude hand.
	Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight;
	For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

Tybalt	This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
	Fetch me my rapier, boy.
											[Exit PAGE.
							What, dares the slave
	Come hither, covered 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	Why, how now, kinsman; wherefore storm you so?

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

Capulet	Young Romeo is it?

Tybalt							'Tis he, that villain Romeo.

Capulet	Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.
	A' bears him like a portly gentleman,
	And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
	To be a virtuous and well-governed youth.
	I would not for the wealth of all this 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,
	An 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 choler meeting
	Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
	I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall,
	Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt'rest gall.
											[Exit.

Romeo	[Approaching JULIET.]
	If I profane with my unworthiest hand
		This holy shrine, the gentle sin 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.

Romeo	Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

Juliet		Ay, pilgrim, 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	Saints do not move, though grant for prayer's sake.

Romeo	Then move not while my prayer's effect I take.
											[Kisses her.
	Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purged.

Juliet		Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Romeo	Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
		Give me my sin again.
											[Kisses her.
Juliet							You kiss by th' book.

Nurse	Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
											[JULIET goes to LADY CAPULET.
Romeo	What is her mother?

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 talked withal.
	I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
	Shall have the chinks.

Romeo							Is she a Capulet?
	O dear account! My life is my foe's debt.

Benvolio	Away, be gone; the sport is at the best.

Romeo	Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.

Capulet	Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
	We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
											[They whisper in his ear.
	Is it e'en so? 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.
								 [Exeunt all but JULIET and NURSE.

Juliet	Come hither, Nurse. What is yond gentleman?

Nurse	The son and heir of old Tiberio.

Juliet	What's he that now is going out of door?

Nurse	Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio.

Juliet	What's he that follows here, that would not dance?

Nurse	I know not.

Juliet	Go, ask his name.
											[NURSE goes to ROMEO.
								If he be marrid
	My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
											[NURSE returns.
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 loathd enemy.

Nurse	What's this, what's this?

Juliet							A rhyme I learned even now
	Of one I danced withal.
											[One calls within, 'Juliet!'

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