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 Romeo. Is loue a tender thing? it is to rough, Too rude, too boitrous, and it pricks like thorne.

Mer. If loue be rough with you, be rough with loue Prick loue for pricking, and you beat loue downe, Giue me a cae to put my viage in, A vior for a vior, what care I What curious eye doth quote deformities: Here are the beetle browes hall bluh for me.

Ben. Come knocke and enter, and no ooner in, But euery man betake him to his legs,

Ro. A torch for me, let wantons light of heart Tickle the encelee ruhes with their heeles: For I am prouerb'd with a graunire Phrae, Ile be a candle-holder and looke on, The game was nere fo faire, and I am dun.

Mer. Tut, duns the moue, the Contables owne word If thou art dun, weele draw thee from the mire Or aue you reuerence loue, wherein thou ticket Vp to the eares, come we burne day-light ho.

Rom. Thats not o.

Mer. I meane ir in delay, We wate our lights in vaine, Lights Lights by day: Take our good meaning, for our Iudgements its, Fiue times in that, ere once in our fine wits.

Rom. And we meane well in going to this Maske, But tis no wit to goe.

Mer. Why may one aske?

Rom. I dreampt a Dreame to night.

Mer. And o did I.

Rom. Well, what was yours?

Mer. That dreamers often lye.

Ro. In bed a leepe while they doe dreame things true,

Mer. O then I ee Queene Mab hath beene with you: Shee is the Fairis midwife, and hee comes in hape no bigger then an Agat tone, on the forefinger of an Alderman, drawne with a teeme of little atomies, ouer mens noes as they lie aleepe: her waggon pokes made of long pinners legs: the couer of