Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste; For beauty, starv'd with her severity, Cuts beauty off from all posterity. She is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair, Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. Examine other beauties. Rom. 'Tis the way To call hers, exquisite, in question more: 230 These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' brows, 240 Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE II. A Street. Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant. Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I, Par, Of honourable reckoning are you both; 250 259 Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, An she agree, within her scope of choice 270 One more, most welcome, makes my number more. When When well-apparel'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads, even such delight And like her most, whose merit most-shall be: [Exeunt CAPULET, and PARIS. Serv. Find them out, whose names are written here? It is written-that the shoemaker should med. dle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons, whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned :In good time. Enter BENVOLIO, and ROMEO. 293 Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's languish : Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die. Rom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that. 800 Ben. Ben. For what, I pray thee? Rom. For your broken shin. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad? Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is; Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipt, and tormented, and -Good-e'en, good fellow. Serv. God gi' good e'en.-I pray, sir, can you read? Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. Serv. Perhaps you have learn'd it without book: But I pray, can you read any thing you see? 310 Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the language. Serv. Ye say honestly; Rest you merry! Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read. [He reads the list.] Signior Martino, and his wife, and daughters; County Anselm, and his beauteous sisters; The lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and his lovely nieces; Mercutio, and his brother Valentine; Mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; My fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena. A fair assembly; Whither should they come? Rom. Whither? to supper? Seru. To our house. 320 Rom. Rom. Whose house? Serv. My master's. Rom. Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before. Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking: My Master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry. 331 Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; With all the admired beauties of Verona: Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires! And these,-who, often drown'd, could never die,Transparent hereticks, be burnt for liars! One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun. Ben. Tut! tut! you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois'd with herself in either eye: But in those chrystal scales, let there be weigh'd That I will shew you, shining at this feast, 341 And she shall scant shew well, that now shews best. Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shewh, 350 But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. [Exeunt. SCENE |