ACT I.
4. Scene IV. A Street.
 
[Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers;
 
Torch-bearers, and others.] 
 
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 hoodwink'd with a scarf,
 
Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
 
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;
 
Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
 
After the prompter, for our entrance:
 
But, let them measure us by what they will,
 
We'll measure them a measure, and be gone. 
 
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 I cannot move. 
 
Mercutio.
 
You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
 
And soar with them above a common bound. 
 
Romeo.
 
I am too sore enpierced 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, to sink in it, should you burden love;
 
Too great oppression for a tender thing. 
 
Romeo.
 
Is love a tender thing?  it is too rough,
 
Too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn. 
 
Mercutio.
 
If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
 
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.--
 
Give me a case to put my visage in: [Putting on a mask.]
 
A visard for a visard!  what care I
 
What curious eye doth quote deformities?
 
Here are the beetle-brows shall blush for me. 
 
Benvolio.
 
Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in
 
But every man betake him to his legs. 
 
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