Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night[342]
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;[343]
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! 45
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,[344]
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.[345]
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! 50
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.[346]
Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave[347]
Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,[348]
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? 55
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.[349]
Cap. Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?[350]
Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;
A villain, that is hither come in spite, 60
To scorn at our solemnity this night.
Cap. Young Romeo is it?[351]
Tyb. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone,
He bears him like a portly gentleman;[352]
And, to say truth, Verona brags of him 65
To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
I would not for the wealth of all this town[353]
Here in my house do him disparagement:
Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
It is my will, the which if thou respect, 70
Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest:[354]
I'll not endure him.
Cap. He shall be endured:
What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;[355] 75
Am I the master here, or you? go to.[355][356]
You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul,[355]
You'll make a mutiny among my guests![355][357]
You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man![355][358]
Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.[355]