Romeo and Juliet Play/Story

Chapter five

——(ROMEO, MERCUTIO, and BENVOLIO are all dressed as maskers, along with five or six other maskers, carrying a drum a torches.)

ROMEO
What will we say is our excuse for being here? Or should we enter without apologizing?

BENVOLIO
It's out of fashion to give a lengthy explanations like that, we're not going to introduce our dance by having someone dress up as Cupid, blindfolded and carrying a toy bow to frighten the ladies like a scarecrow.

Nor are we going to recite a "memorized speech" to introduce ourselves. Let them judge us however they please. We'll give them a dance and then hit the road.

ROMEO
Give me a torch. I don't want to dance. I feel sad, so let me be the one who carries the light.

MERCUTIO
No, noble Romeo, you've got to dance.

ROMEO
Not me, believe me. You're wearing dancing shoes with simple soles. My soul is made out of lead, and it's so heavy it keeps me stuck on the ground so I can't move.

MERCUTIO
You're a lover. Take Cupid's wings and fly higher than the average man.

ROMEO
(sorrowful) His arrow has pierced be too deeply, so I can't fly high with his cheerful feathers. Because this wound keeps me down, I can't leap any higher than my dull sadness. I sink under the heavy weight of love.

MERCUTIO
If you sink, you're dragging love down. It's not right to drag something as tender as love.

ROMEO
I'd love really tender? I think it's too rough, too rude, too rowdy, and it pricks like a thorn.

MERCUTIO
It love plays rough with you, play rough with love. If you prick love when it pricks you, you'll beat life down. Give me a mask to put my face in. A mask to put over my other mask. What do I care if some curious person sees my flaws? Let this mask, with its black eyebrows, blush for me.

BENVOLIO
Come on, let's knock and go in, the minute we get in let's all start dancing.

ROMEO
I'll take a torch. Let playful people with light hearts dance. There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose if you don't play the game, I'll just hold a torch and watch you guys. It looks like a lot of fun, but I'll sit this one out.

MERCUTIO
Hey, your being a stick in the mid, as cautious as a constable on night patrol. If your a stuck in the mud, we'll pull you out of the mud—I mean out of love, if you'll excuse me for being so rude—whee you're stuck up to your ears. Come on, we're wasting precious daylight....let's go!!

ROMEO
(confused)...no we're not—it's night.

MERCUTIO
I mean, we're wasting the light of our torches by delaying, which is like wasting the sunshine during the day. Use your common sense to figure out what I mean, instead of trying to be clever or trusting your five senses.

A/N: why is Mercutio so sassy? Lol.

ROMEO
(groans) We mean well by going to this masquerade ball, but it's not smart of us to go.

MERCUTIO
Why, may I ask?

ROMEO
I had a dream last night.

MERCUTIO
...so did I...?

ROMEO
Well, what was your dream?

MERCUTIO
My dream told me that dreamers often life.

ROMEO
They lie in bed while they dream about the truth.

MERCUTIO
OHH, then I see you've been with "Queen Mab".

ROMEO
Who's Queen Mab?

MERCUTIO
(gestures dramatically with his hands and face) She's the fairies' midwife. She's no bigger than the stone on a city councilman's ring. She ride around in a wagon drawn by tiny little atoms, and she rides over men's noses as they lie sleeping.

The spokes of her wagon are made of spider's legs. The cover of her wagon is made of grasshopper's wings. The harnesses are made out of moonbeams. Her whip is a thread attached to a cricket's bone. Her wagon driver is a tiny bug in a gray coat; he's not half the size of a little round worm that comes from the finger of a lazy girl.

(he starts mumbling and stumbling)

Her chariot is a hazelnut shell. It was made by a carpenter squirrel or an old grub worm; they've made wagons for the fairies as long as anyone can remember.

It's a royal wagon, she rides very night through the brains of livers and makes them dream about love, she ride sober courtier's knees, and they dream about curtsying. She rides over lawyer's fingers, and right away, they dream about their fees. She rides over ladies' lips, and they immediately dream of kisses.

Queen Mab often puts blisters on their lips because their breath smells like candy, which makes her mad. Sometimes she rides over a courtier's lips, and he dreams of making money off of someone. Sometimes she tickles a priest's nose with a tithe-pigs tail? And he dreams of a large donation. Sometimes she rides over a soldier's neck, and he dreams of cutting the throats of foreign enemies, of breaking down walls, of ambushes, of Spanish swords, and of ENORMOUS cups of liquor.

And then, drums beat in his ear and he wakes up. He's frightened, so he says a couple of prayers and goes back to sleep. She is the same Mab who tangles the hair in horse's manes at night and makes the tangles hard in the dirty hairs, which brings bad luck if they're untangled. Man is the old hag who gives false sex dreams to virgins and teaches them how to hold a liver and bear a child. She's the one—

ROMEO
(annoyed and aggravated) ENOUGH, ENOUGH! Mercutio, be quiet. You're talking nonsense!

MERCUTIO
Try. I'm talking about dreams, which are the products of a brain that's doing nothing. Dreams are nothing but silly imagination, as thin as air, and less predictable than the wind, which sometimes blows on the frozen north and then gets angry and blows south.

BENVOLIO
(cuts in) The "wind" you're talking about is blowing us off course. Dinner is over, and we're going to get there too late.

ROMEO
I'm worried we'll get there too early. I have a feeling this sorry tonight will be the start of something bad, something that will end with my own death.

But whoever's in charge of wheee my life's going can steer me where ever they want. Onward, lover boys!!!

BENVOLIO
Beat. The. Drum.