_Enter Maskers with_ Romeo _and a Page_. _Ro_: What shall this speech bee spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without Apologie. _Benuoleo_: The date is out of such prolixitie, Weele haue no _Cupid_ hudwinckt with a Scarfe, Bearing a _Tartars_ painted bow of lath, 5 Scaring the Ladies like a crow-keeper: Nor no withoutbooke Prologue faintly spoke After the Prompter, for our entrance. But let them measure vs by what they will, Weele measure them a measure and be gone. 10 _Rom_: A torch for me I am not for this aumbling, Being but heauie I will beare the light. _Mer_: Beleeue me _Romeo_ I must haue you daunce. _Rom_: Not I beleeue me you haue dancing shooes With nimble soles, I haue a soule of lead 15 So stakes me to the ground I cannot stirre. _Mer_: Giue me a case to put my visage in, A visor for a visor, what care I What curious eye doth coate deformitie. _Rom_: Giue me a Torch, let wantons light of hart 20 Tickle the senceles rushes with their heeles: For I am prouerbd with a Grandsire phrase, Ile be a candleholder and looke on, The game was nere so faire and I am done. _Mer_: Tut dun's the mouse, the Cunstables old word, 25 If thou beest Dun, weele draw thee from the mire Of this surreuerence loue wherein thou stickst. Leaue this talke, we burne day light here. _Rom_: Nay thats not so. _Mer_: I meane sir in delay, We burne our lights by night, like Lampes by day, 30 Take our good meaning for our iudgement sits Three times a day, ere once in her right wits. _Rom_: So we meane well by going to this maske: But tis no wit to goe. _Mer_: Why _Romeo_ may one aske? 35 _Rom_: I dreamt a dreame to night. _Mer_: And so did I. _Rom_: Why what was yours? _Mer_: That dreamers often lie. _Rom_: In bed a sleepe while they doe dreame things true. _Mer_: Ah then I see Queene _Mab_ hath bin with you. 40