_Ca_: He shalbe indured, goe to I say, he shall. 55 Am I the Master of the house or you? You'le not indure him? God shall mend my soule You'le make a mutenie amongst my guests. You'le set Cocke a hoope, you'le be the man. _Ti_: Vncle tis a shame. 60 _Ca_: Goe too, you are a saucie knaue. This tricke will scath you one day I know what. Well said my hartes. Be quiet: More light Ye knaue, or I will make you quiet. _Tibalt_: Patience perforce with wilfull choller meeting, 65 Makes my flesh tremble in their different greetings: I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall Now seeming sweet, conuert to bitter gall. _Rom_: If I prophane with my vnworthie hand, This holie shrine, the gentle sinne is this: 70 My lips two blushing Pilgrims ready stand, To smooth the rough touch with a gentle kisse. _Iuli_: Good Pilgrime you doe wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly deuotion shewes in this: For Saints haue hands which holy Palmers touch, 75 And Palme to Palme is holy Palmers kisse. _Rom_: Haue not Saints lips, and holy Palmers too? _Iuli_: Yes Pilgrime lips that they must vse in praier. _Ro_: Why then faire saint, let lips do what hands doo, They pray, yeeld thou, least faith turne to dispaire. 80 _Iu_: Saints doe not mooue though: grant nor praier forsake. _Ro_: Then mooue not till my praiers effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours my sin is purgde. _Iu_: Then haue my lips the sin that they haue tooke. _Ro_: Sinne from my lips, O trespasse sweetly vrgde! 85 Giue me my sinne againe. _Iu_: You kisse by the booke. Nurse: _Madame your mother calles._ _Rom_: What is her mother? Nurse: _Marrie Batcheler her mother is the Ladie of the_ 90 _house, and a good Lady, and a wise, and a vertuous. I nurst_ _her daughter that you talkt withall, I tell you, he that can_ _lay hold of her shall haue the chinkes._ _Rom_: Is she a _Mountague_? Oh deare account, My life is my foes thrall. 95 _Ca_: Nay gentlemen prepare not to be gone, We haue a trifling foolish banquet towards. _They whisper in his eare._ I pray you let me intreat you. Is it so? Well then _I_ thanke you honest Gentlemen, I promise you but for your company, 100 I would haue bin a bed an houre agoe: Light to my chamber hoe. _Exeunt._ _Iul_: Nurse, what is yonder Gentleman? _Nur_: _The sonne and heire of old_ Tiberio. _Iul_: Whats he that now is going out of dore? 105 _Nur_: _That as I thinke is yong_ Petruchio. _Iul_: Whats he that followes there that would not dance? _Nur_: _I know not._