Romeo and Juliet – Mercutio (A1S4)

ROMEO: Give me a torch. I am not for this ambling. Being but heavy, I will bear the light. 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. You are a lover. Borrow Cupid’s wings and soar with them above a common bound.
I am too sore enpierced with his shaft to soar with light feathers; Under love’s heavy burthen do I sink. And, to sink in it, should you burthen love-Too great oppression for a tender thing.
Is love a tender thing> It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like a thorn. 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.
A torch for me! Let wantons light of heart tickle the senseless rushes with their heels; Come, we burn daylight, ho!
Nay, that’s not so I mean, sir, in delay we waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Take our good meaning, for our judgement sits five times in that ere once in our five wits.
And we mean well, in going to this masque; But ’tis no wit to go. Why, may one ask?
I dreamt a dream tonight And so did I
Well, what was yours? That dreamers often lie.
In bed asleep, while they do dream things true O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes in shape no bigger that an agate stone on the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep; Her chariot is an empty hazelnut, made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love; This is she-
Peace, peace, Mercution, peace! Thou talk’st of nothing. True, I talk of dreams; which are the children of an idle brain, begot of nothing but vain fantasy; which is as thin of substance of the air, and more inconstant than the wind..(fart sound)

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