thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and
Nell.--Antony!--and Potpan! 

_Servingman._ Ay, boy, ready. 

_Servingman._ You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought
for, in the great chamber. 

_Servingman._ We cannot be here and there too.-- Cheerly, boys; be
brisk a while, and the longer liver take all._Enter_ CAPULET, _with_ JULIET _and others of his house_, _meeting the_
GUESTS _and_ Maskers

_Capulet._ Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes
Unplagu'd with corns will have a bout with you.--
Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?--
Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
That I have worn a visor and could tell
A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
Such as would please; 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone.--
You are welcome, gentlemen!--Come, musicians, play.--
A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.--
[_Music plays, and they dance._ More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.--
Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.--
Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet,
For you and I are past our dancing days.
How long is 't now since last yourself and I
Were in a mask? 

_2 Capulet._ By 'r lady, thirty years.
_Capulet._ What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much!
'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio,
Come Pentecost as quickly as it will,
Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd. 

_2 Capulet._ 'Tis more, 'tis more! His son is elder, sir;
His son is thirty. 

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