MERCUTIO Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out a’mind the fairies’ coachmakers: Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, Her traces of the smallest spider web, Her collars of the moonshine’s wat’ry beams, […]
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Queen Mab (1.4.53-58)
MERCUTIO O then I see Queen Mab hath been with you: She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi Over men’s noses as they lie asleep. (1.4.53-58) Mercutio completes […]
Continue ReadingMice, lights, and dreams (1.4.40-52)
MERCUTIO Tut, dun’s the mouse, the constable’s own word. If thou art Dun, we’ll draw thee from the mire, Or (save your reverence) love, wherein thou stickest Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho! ROMEO Nay, that’s not so. MERCUTIO I mean, sir, in delay We waste our lights […]
Continue ReadingVisors, hearts, and heels (1.4.29-39)
MERCUTIO Give me a case to put my visage in, [Puts on a mask.] A visor for a visor! what care I What curious eye doth cote deformities? Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me. BENVOLIO Come knock and enter, and no sooner in, But every man betake him […]
Continue ReadingWings, birds, burdens and pricks (1.4.17-28)
MERCUTIO You are a lover, borrow Cupid’s wings, And soar with them above a common bound. ROMEO I am too sore enpiercèd with his shaft To soar with his light feathers, and so bound I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: Under love’s heavy burden do I sink. MERCUTIO And […]
Continue ReadingMercutio (finally) 1.4.11-16
ROMEO Give me a torch, I am not for this ambling; Being but heavy, I will bear the light. MERCUTIO Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. ROMEO Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoes With nimble soles, I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground […]
Continue ReadingTorches… (1.4.1-10)
Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six other MASKERS, TORCH-BEARERS ROMEO What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without apology? BENVOLIO The date is out of such prolixity: We’ll have no Cupid hoodwinked with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath, Scaring […]
Continue ReadingHappy nights, happy days (1.3.97-106)
LADY CAPULET Speak briefly, can you like of Paris’ love? JULIET I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. Enter SERVINGMAN SERVINGMAN Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young […]
Continue ReadingBooks and fish (1.3.90-96)
LADY CAPULET The fish lives in the sea, and ’tis much pride For fair without the fair within to hide; That book in many’s eyes doth share the glory That in gold clasps locks in the golden story: So shall you share all that he doth possess, By having him, […]
Continue ReadingBook of love (1.3.80-89)
LADY CAPULET What say you, can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast; Read o’er the volume of young Paris’ face, And find delight writ there with beauty’s pen; Examine every married lineament, And see how one another lends content; And what obscured […]
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