Chapter 35

“_Tyb._ It fits when such a villain is a guest; I’ll not endure him.

_Cap._ He shall be endur’d. 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!

_Tyb._ Why, uncle, ’tis a shame.

_Cap._ Go to, go to, You are a saucy boy!” &c.

How admirable is the old man’s impetuosity at once contrasting, yet harmonised, with young Tybalt’s quarrelsome violence! But it would be endless to repeat observations of this sort. Every leaf is different on an oak tree; but still we can only say—our tongues defrauding our eyes— “This is another oak-leaf!”