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

      Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,

      She, I'll swear hath corns; am I come near you now?

      Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day

      That I have worn a visard; 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.

      More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,

      And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.

      Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-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 mask?

      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 mask'd.

      Romeo. What lady is that,

      Which doth enrich the hand

      Of yonder knight?

      Romeo. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

      It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night

      Like 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 blessed 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. what, dares the slave

      Come hither, cover'd 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.

      Tybalt. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;

      A villain, that is hither come in spite,

      To scorn at our solemnity this night.

      Capulet. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone,

      He bears him like a portly gentleman;

      And, to say truth, Verona brags of him

      To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth.

      I would not for the wealth of all the 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.

      Capulet. He shall be endur'd.

      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!

      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 bitter gall.

      Romeo. [To Juliet.] If I profane with my unworthiest hand

      This holy shrine, the gentle fine 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.