Romeo says the weight of his love is too heavy for dancing, and Mercutio chastises him for being such a downer about something as tender as love. Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me. Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Too rude, too boist’rous, and it pricks like thorn. Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, 25 To soar with his light feathers, and so bound 20Īnd to sink in it should you burden love. Romeo offers to carry the torch, since he's too depressed to dance anyway, but Mercutio says no way. So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. They'll just walk in, have a dance or two, and leave. Benvolio assures him that having guests names announced when they arrive is out of style these days. Still, Romeo is worried about how they'll get in and what excuse they'll give for being there. Luckily, it's a costume party, so they can wear masks. Romeo and his posse are getting ready to crash the Capulets's party. We’ll measure them a measure and be gone. Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spokeīut let them measure us by what they will. We’ll have no Cupid hoodwinked with a scarf,īearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath, 5 What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Maskers, Torchbearers, and a Boy with a drum. Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six other
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