in Capulet’s House. Musicians waiting. Enter Servants. FIRST SERVANT. You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play. A hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls. [_Music plays, and they dance._] More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up, And quench the fire of your grievances, Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds And sails upon the prick of noon.