MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six
other MASKERS and TORCHBEARERS
What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
Or shall we on without apology?
The date is out of such prolixity.
We’ll have no Cupid hoodwinked with a scarf,
5Bearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath,
Scaring the ladies like a crowkeeper,
Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
After the prompter for our entrance.
But let them measure us by what they will.
10We’ll measure them a measure and be gone.
Give me a torch. I am not for this ambling.
Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoes
15With nimble soles. I have a soul of lead
So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
You are a lover. Borrow Cupid’s wings
And soar with them above a common bound.
I am too sore enpiercèd with his shaft
20To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe.
Under love’s heavy burden do I sink.