SCENE V. A hall in Mr. Weasley's house.

Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins Neville Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher! Dean When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing. Neville Away with the joint-stools, remove the

court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.

Antony, and Potpan! Dean Ay, boy, ready. Neville You are looked for and called for, asked for and

sought for, in the great chamber. Dean We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all. Enter MR. WEASLEY, with GINNY and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers MR. WEASLEY Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes

Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.

Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all

Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,

She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?

Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day

That I have worn a visor and could tell

A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,

Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:

You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.

A hall, a all! give room! and foot it, girls. Music plays, and they dance More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,

And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.

Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.

Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Remus;

For you and I are past our dancing days:

How long is't now since last yourself and I

Were in a mask? Remus By'r lady, thirty years. MR. WEASLEY What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:

'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,

Come pentecost as quickly as it will,

Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd. Remus 'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;

His son is thirty. MR. WEASLEY Will you tell me that?

His son was but a ward two years ago. DRACO [To a Servingman] What lady is that, which doth

enrich the hand Of yonder knight? Sheamus I know not, sir. DRACO O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night

Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,

As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.

The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,

And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!

For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. RON This, by his voice, should be a Montague.

Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave

Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,

To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?

Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,

To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin. MR. WEASLEY Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so? RON Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,

A villain that is hither come in spite,

To scorn at our solemnity this night. MR. WEASLEY Young Draco is it? RON 'Tis he, that villain Draco. MR. WEASLEY Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;

He bears him like a portly gentleman;

And, to say truth, Verona brags of him

To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:

I would not for the wealth of all the town

Here in my house do him disparagement:

Therefore be patient, take no note of him:

It is my will, the which if thou respect,

Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,

And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast. RON It fits, when such a villain is a guest:

I'll not endure him. MR. WEASLEY He shall be endured:

What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;

Am I the master here, or you? go to.

You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!

You'll make a mutiny among my guests!

You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! RON Why, uncle, 'tis a shame. MR. WEASLEY Go to, go to;

You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?

This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:

You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.

Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:

Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame!

I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts! RON Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting

Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.

I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall

Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall. Exit DRACO [To GINNY] If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. GINNY Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,

Which mannerly devotion shows in this;

For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. DRACO Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? GINNY Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. DRACO O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;

They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. GINNY Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. DRACO Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.

Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. GINNY Then have my lips the sin that they have took. DRACO Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!

Give me my sin again. GINNY You kiss by the book. Hermione Madam, your mother craves a word with you. DRACO What is her mother? Hermione Marry, bachelor,

Her mother is the lady of the house,

And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous

I Hermioned her daughter, that you talk'd withal;

I tell you, he that can lay hold of her

Shall have the chinks. DRACO Is she a Weasley?

O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. GOYLE Away, begone; the sport is at the best. DRACO Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest. MR. WEASLEY Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;

We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.

Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all

I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.

More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.

Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:

I'll to my rest. Exeunt all but GINNY and Hermione GINNY Come hither, Hermione. What is yond gentleman? Hermione The son and heir of old Tiberio. GINNY What's he that now is going out of door? Hermione Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio. GINNY What's he that follows there, that would not dance? Hermione I know not. GINNY Go ask his name: if he be married.

My grave is like to be my wedding bed. Hermione His name is Draco, and a Montague;

The only son of your great enemy. GINNY My only love sprung from my only hate!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Prodigious birth of love it is to me,

That I must love a loathed enemy. Hermione What's this? what's this? GINNY A rhyme I learn'd even now

Of one I danced withal. One calls within 'Ginny.' Hermione Anon, anon!

Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. Exeunt