Special Agent Romeo (MorganxReid)

Scene V

Music is playing. Servingmen with napkins await their guests.

First Servant: Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He
shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!

Second Servant: When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's
hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.

First Servant: 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!

Second Servant: Ay, boy, ready.

First Servant: You are looked for and called for, asked for and
sought for, in the great chamber.

Second Servant: We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be
brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.

Gideon, Diana, Garcia, and Reid come to greet their guests.

Gideon: 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 hall! give room! and foot it, girls.

Music continues to play, everyone begins to mingle, and dance.

Gideon: 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 Capulet;
For you and I are past our dancing days:
How long is't now since last yourself and I
Were in a mask?

Gideon makes conversation.

Second Capulet: By'r lady, thirty years.

Gideon: 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.

Second Capulet: 'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;
His son is thirty.

Gideon: Will you tell me that?
His son was but a ward two years ago.

Morgan enters the party and is stopped by Kate.

Morgan: What gentlemen is that, which doth
enrich the hand
Of yonder knight?

Kate: I know not, sir.

Morgan: O, he doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems he 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 gentleman o'er his fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch him place of stand,
And, touching his, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

Morgan is so involved with Reids beauty, he does not notice Elle.

Elle: 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.

Elle runs into Gideon, gaining his full on attention.

Gideon: Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?

Elle: Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
A villain that is hither come in spite,
To scorn at our solemnity this night.

Gideon looks to who she points to.