Scene V. A Hall in Capulet's House.
[Musicians waiting. Enter Servants.]
Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away?
he shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher!
When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's
hands, and they unwash'd too, 'tis a foul thing.
Away with the join-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look
to the plate: — good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and as
thou loves me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. —
Antony! and Potpan!
Ay, boy, ready.
You are looked for and called for, asked for
and sought for in the great chamber.
We cannot be here and there too. — Cheerly, boys;
be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
[They retire behind.]
[Enter Capulet, &c. with the Guests the Maskers.]
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. —
[Music plays, and they dance.]
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?
By'r Lady, thirty years.
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.
'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sir;
His son is thirty.
Will you tell me that?
His son was but a ward two years ago.
What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand
Of yonder knight?
I know not, sir.
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