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Norbide the encounter of assailing eyes,
She is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair, 23o
To merit bliss by making me despair:
SCENE SCENE II.
A Street. Enter CAPU LeT, PARIs, and Servant.
Cap, And Montague is bound as well as I, In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, 250 For men so old as we to keep the peace. . Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both ; And pity 'tis, you liv'd at odds so long. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit * Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before : My child is yet a stranger in the world, She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; Let two more summers wither in their pride, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. 259 Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early made. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, She is the hopeful lady of my earth: But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; An she agree, within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice. This night I hold an old accustom'd feast Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you, among the store, 270 One more, most welcome, makes my number more. At my poor house, look to behold this night Earth-treading stars, that make dark heaven light : Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel - - - When When well-apparel'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads, even such delight Among fresh female buds shall you this night Inherit at my house; hear all, all see, And like her most, whose merit most-shall be: Such, amongst view of many, mine, being one, 280 May stand in number, though in reckoning none. Come, go with me:—Go, sirrah, trudge about Through fair Verona; find those persons out, Whose names are written there; and to them say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. [Exeunt CAPULET, and PAR1s. 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. 293
Enter BENvo LIo, and Romeo.
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. 300 Ben. Ren. For what, I pray thee Rom. For your broken shin. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad- man 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? 31o Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the language. Serv. Ye say honestly; Rest you merry! Pom. 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 Pitruvio; 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 tively Helena. 322
A fair assembly; Whither should they come?
Rom. Whose house 2 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 : Gothither; and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that f 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 : 341 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 Herself pois'd with herself in either eye: But in those chrystal scales, let there be weigh’d Your lady's love against some other maid That I will shew you, shining at this feast, And she shaft seant shew well, that now shews best. Rom. I’ll go along, no such sight to be shewn, 35o But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. . [Exeunt.