Rom. Oh! that I had wings to mount above.
Mer. Wings? Pshaw! a stouter platform you will need
If that fond purpose in your eye I read.
(Rolls in barrel of flour from L.; places it beneath balcony, and assists Romeo to mount it.)
Here is the article, and just the size,
Placed in your east, ’twill help you to arise.
Now mount, my hero, spread your softest talk,
And, while you’re busy, I’ll go take a walk.
Be careful of your feet, or, by the powers,
Our next tableau’ll be “love among the flours.”