of Romeo and Iuliet.
By hauing him, making your ſelfe no leſſe.
Nurſe. No leſſe, nay bigger women grow by men.
Old La. Speake briefly can you like of Paris loue?
Iuli. Ile looke to like, if looking liking moue.
But no more deepe will I endart myne eye
Seruing. Madam, the gueſts are come, ſupper ſeru'd vp, you cald, my yong Lady askt for, the Nurſe curſt in the Pantrie, and euery thing in extremitie: I must hence to waite, I beſeech you follow ſtraight.
Mo. We follow thee, Iuliet the Countie ſtayes.
Nurſe. Goe gyrle, ſeeke happie nights to happie dayes.
Enter Romeo, Mercurio, Benuolio, with fiue or ſix other Maskers, Torch-bearers.
Romeo. What ſhall this ſppech be ſpoke for our excuſfe?
Or ſhall we on without Apologie?
Ben. The date is out of ſuch prolixitie,
Weele haue no Cupid, hood-winckt with a Skarfe,
Bearing a Tartars painted Bow of Lath,
Skaring the Ladies like a Crow-keeper.
But let them meaſure vs by what they will,
Weele meaſure them a meaſure and be gone.
Rom. Giue me a Torch, I am not for this ambling.
Being but heauie I will beare the light.
Mercu. Nay gentle Romeo, we muſt haue you dance.
Ro. Not I beleeue me, you haue dancing ſhooes
With nimble ſoles, I haue a ſoule of lead
So ſtakes me to the ground I cannot moue.
Mer. You are a Louer, borrow Cupids wings,
And ſore with them aboue a common bound.
Romeo I am to ſore enpearced with his ſhaft,
To ſoare with his light feathers, and ſo bound,
I cannot bound a pitch aboue dull woe,
Vnder loues heauie burthen doe I ſinke.
Mercu. And to ſinke in it ſhould you burthen loue,
