to have thee gone, And hire post-horses. I will bear the light. MERCUTIO. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. Zounds, consort! BENVOLIO. We talk here in the Fifth Act, at Mantua. THE PROLOGUE Enter Chorus. CHORUS. Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil