Scene 6 act 1, scene 4

[A street, that night.

ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO & Others with torches and drum]

ROMEO 1.4.1
What shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? apology for intruding
Or shall we on without apology? go on into the party

BENVOLIO 1.4.3
The date is out of such prolixity. such speeches are out of date
We'll have no Cupid hoodwinked with a scarf, blindfolded
Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, carrying, wood
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper, scarecrow
[Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke memorized speech
After the prompter, for our entrance.]¹
But let them measure us by what they will. judge how they want
We'll measure them a measure and be gone. dance a dance

ROMEO 1.4.11
Give me a torch, I am not for this ambling. dancing
Being but heavy, I will bear the light. heavy-hearted, carry

MERCUTIO 1.4.13
Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.

ROMEO 1.4.14
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. that

MERCUTIO 1.4.17
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings in love
And soar with them above a common bound. leap/limit

ROMEO 1.4.19
I am too sore enpiercèd with his shaft wounded, arrow
To soar with his light feathers, and so bound
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe. leap to any height, my sorrow
Under love's heavy burden do I sink.

MERCUTIO 1.4.23
And to sink in it, should you burden love, you'd burden love by sinking in it
Too great oppression for a tender thing.

ROMEO 1.4.25
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. quarrelsome

MERCUTIO 1.4.27
If love be rough with you, be rough with love!
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. pricking you, (bawdy)
Give me a case to put my visage in: mask, face
A visor for a visor. What care I an ugly mask for my ugly face
What curious eye doth cote deformities? eyes stare at my
Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me. here's the beetle face that'll

BENVOLIO 1.4.33
Come, knock and enter, and no sooner in, as soon as we're inside
But every man betake him to his legs. start dancing

ROMEO 1.4.35
A torch for me. Let wantons light of heart playful people
Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, carpet
For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase: I will follow a proverb
I'll be a candle holder and look on. (proverb)
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done¹. party, bright (proverb)

MERCUTIO 1.4.40
Tut, dun's the mouse, a mouse is grey-brown (proverb)
the constable's own word. so keep quiet as a mouse
If thou art Dun, we'll draw thee from the mire a horse named Dun, pull, mud
Of— save your reverence —love, wherein thou stick'st pardon me, are stuck
Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho! waste

ROMEO 1.4.45
Nay, that's not so.

MERCUTIO I mean, sir, in delay 1.4.46
We waste our lights in vain, like¹ lamps¹ by day. torches, lights² lights²: lamps lit in day
Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits the obvious,
Five times in that ere once in our five⁺ wits. there's much wisdom in it

ROMEO 1.4.50
And we mean well in going to this mask, masquerade party
But 'tis no wit to go. not wise

MERCUTIO Why, may one ask? 1.4.52

ROMEO 1.4.53
I dreamt a dream tonight. last night

MERCUTIO And so did I. 1.4.54

ROMEO 1.4.55
Well, what was yours?

MERCUTIO That dreamers often lie! (pun) 1.4.56

ROMEO 1.4.57
In bed asleep, while they do dream things true!

MERCUTIO 1.4.58
O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you!

[BENVOLIO
Queen Mab? What's she?]¹

MERCUTIO 1.4.59
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone gem-stone
On the forefinger of an alderman, officer
Drawn with a team of little atomies pulled by, tiny creatures
Over² men's noses as they lie asleep. athwart¹

Her chariot is an empty hazelnut, 1.4.72
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, cabinetmaker, worm
Time out o' mind the fairies' coach-makers. for time long forgotten

Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners '² legs, spiders'⁺ 1.4.64
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, canopy
The¹ traces of the smallest spider² web, her², harnesses, spider's⁵
The¹ collars of the moonshine's watery beams, her², harness collars, moonbeams
Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, gossamer
Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat, driver
Not half so big as a round little worm 1.4.70
Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid². man¹

And in this state she gallops night by night 1.4.75
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
O'er¹ courtiers' knees, who¹ dream on curtsies straight; on², that², right away
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees; right away 1.4.78
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream, right away dream of kisses
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues often, gives them blisters (herpes)
Because their breaths¹ with sweetmeats tainted are. breath², smell of sweet foods (bawdy)
Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; high paying job
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig 's tail pig donated to the church
Tickling a parson 's nose as he⁺ lies asleep, clergyman 1.4.85
Then he dreams of another benefice. getting more church money
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, crossing enemy lines, ambushes
Of healths five-fathom deep, and then anon long drinking bouts, soon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, is startled 1.4.91
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plats the manes of horses in the night, braids
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, mats the hair of old hags
Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes. brings misfortune (superstition)
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, 1.4.97
That presses them and learns them first to bear, teaches, bear children (bawdy)
Making them women of good carriage.
This is she— {repeat}

ROMEO Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! 1.4.101
Thou talk'st of nothing.

MERCUTIO True, I talk of dreams, 1.4.103
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, born, foolish
Which is as thin of substance as the air
And more inconstant than the wind, who woos changeable
Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
And, being angered, puffs away from thence, blows away from there
Turning his face¹ to the dew-dropping south. side², rainy south

BENVOLIO 1.4.111
This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves! plans
Supper is done, and we shall come too late!

ROMEO 1.4.113
I fear too early, for my mind misgives fears
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars still
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date 1.4.115
With this night's revels, and expire the {my} term party, end the life
Of a despised life closed in my breast my hated life
By some vile forfeit of untimely death. evil, early death
But He that hath the steerage of my course
Direct my sail¹!— On, lusty gentlemen! suit², let's go, merry 1.4.120

BENVOLIO ROMEO
Direct my sail¹!— On, lusty gentlemen! suit², let's go, merry 1.4.120

BENVOLIO 1.4.121
Strike, drum! play, drummer

[All exit]

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