"Welcome gentleman! Ladies that have their toes
Unplagued 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 ye now?
Welcome. gentlemen! I have seen the day
That I have worn a visor and could tell
A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear
Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone.
You're 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 unlooked-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 yourselves and I
Were in a mask?
Second Capulet
By'r lady, thirty years at least.
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 masked.
Second Capulet
'Tis more, 'tis more; his son is elder, sir,
His son is thirty.
Capulet
Will you tell me that?
His son was but a ward two years ago.
Romeo, there's a torch doth burn your face.
How, now, sir! what, dares such as you—?
Be stirring in your streets to make a spark,
With yonder blazing youth and supper-serving youth,
Romeo!
The time I name is utterly forgot.
Yonder light is not daylight; I know not how,
But I am faint. [Capulet falls back into his chair]
Lady Capulet
What's this? What's this?
Music, sound. What ho! Give him air.
Bring a restorative!"