Romeo + Juliet Page #4

MERCUTIO:

If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick

love for pricking, and you beat love down.

BENVOLIO:

Every man betake him to his legs.

ROMEO:

But 'tis no wit to go.

MERCUTIO:

Why, may one ask?

ROMEO:

I dream'd a dream to-night.

MERCUTIO:

And so did I.

ROMEO:

Well, what was yours?

MERCUTIO:

That dreamers often lie.

ROMEO:

In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.

MERCUTIO:

O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is

the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no

bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an

alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Over

men's noses as they lie asleep; Her chariot is an

empty hazel-nut Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,

And in this state she gallops night by night Through

lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; O'er

lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,

Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then

dreams he of cutting foreign throats, And being thus

frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.

This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That

presses them and learns them first to bear, Making

them women of good carriage: This is she--This is

she!

ROMEO:

Peace, good 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.

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 closed within my

breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death. But

He, that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my

sail! On, lusty gentlemen.

ROMEO:

Your drugs are quick.

CAPULET:

Ahhh! I have seen the day That I could tell A

whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, Such as would

please.

NURSE:

Madam, your mother calls. Come, lets away.

PARIS:

Will you now deny to dance?

LADY CAPULET:

A man young lady, such a man.

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