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Romeo and Juliet, I. v

That presses them and learns them first to bear,

Making them women of good carriage:

This is she—

Rom. Peace, peace! Mercutio, peace!

Thou talk'st of nothing.

Mer. True, I talk of dreams,

Which are the children of an idle brain,

Begot of nothing but vain fantasy;

Which is as thin of substance as the air,

And more inconstant than the wind, who woos

Even now the frozen bosom of the north,

And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,

Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.

Ben. This wind you talk of blows us from our selves;

Supper is done, and we shall come too late.

Rom. I fear too early; for my mind misgives

Some consequence yet hanging in the stars

Shall bitterly begin his fearful date

With this night's revels, and expire the term

Of a despised life clos'd in my breast

By some vile forfeit of untimely death.

But he, that hath the steerage of my course,

Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.

Ben. Strike, drum.

First Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps

 99 vain: empty

104 dew-dropping: misty

109 date: duration

110 expire of: bring to an end

115 Exeunt; cf. n. 