TYBALT.
It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
I'll not endure him.
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!
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 bitter gall.
[Exit.]
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.
