_Romeo._ Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing.
_Mercutio._ True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the North, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping South. 100
_Benvolio._ This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves; Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
_Romeo._ I fear, too early; for my mind misgives Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels, and expire the term Of a despised life clos'd in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death, But He that hath the steerage of my course Direct my sail!--On, lusty gentlemen. 110
Musicians _waiting_. _Enter_ Servingmen _with napkins_
1 _Servingman._ Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher!
2 _Servingman._ When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.
1 _Servingman._ 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 10 Nell.--Antony!--and Potpan!
1 _Servingman._ You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber.
2 _Servingman._ We cannot be here and there too.--Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer liver take all.
_Enter_ CAPULET, _with_ JULIET _and others of his house_, _meeting the_ GUESTS _and_ Maskers
_Capulet._ Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes Unplagu'd with corns will have a bout with you.-- Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all 20 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._