SCENE IV. A Street.Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers; Torch-bearers and others. ROMEO.What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?Or shall we on without apology? BENVOLIO.The date is out of such prolixity:We’ll have no Cupid hoodwink’d with a scarf,Bearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath,Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spokeAfter the prompter, for our entrance:But let them measure us by what they will,We’ll measure them a measure, and be gone. ROMEO.Give me a torch, I am not for this ambling;Being but heavy I will bear the light. MERCUTIO.Nay, gentle Romeo, we