Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burthen love;[251][255]
Too great oppression for a tender thing.[251]
Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,[251] 25
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.[251][256]
Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with love;[251]
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.[251][257]
Give me a case to put my visage in:[258]
A visor for a visor! what care I[259] 30
What curious eye doth quote deformities?[260]
Here are the beetle-brows shall blush for me.
Ben. Come, knock and enter, and no sooner in[261]
But every man betake him to his legs.[261][262]
Rom. A torch for me: let wantons light of heart 35
Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels;
For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;
I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.[263]
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.[264][265]
Mer. Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:[264] 40
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire[264][266]
Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st[264][267]
Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho.[264][268]
Rom. Nay, that's not so.[264]
Mer. I mean, sir, in delay[264][269]
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.[264][270] 45
Take our good meaning, for our judgement sits[264][271]
Five times in that ere once in our five wits.[264][272]
Rom. And we mean well, in going to this mask;[264]
But 'tis no wit to go.[264]
Mer. Why, may one ask?