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Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears :
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
Farewell, my coz.

[going. Ben.

Soft, I will go along;
And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
Ben. Tell me in sadness , who she is

you

love. Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee? Ben.

Groan? why, no; But sadly tell me, who.

Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:-
Ah, word ill urg'd to one that is so ill !-
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

Ben. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you lov'd.
Rom. A right good marks-man!-And she's fair I

love. Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss: she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow,

she hath Dian's wit; And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold: o, she is rich in beauty; only poor, That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still live

chaste?

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,
To merit bliss by making me despair:
She hath forsworn to love; and, in that vow,
Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.

Ben. Be ruld by me, forget to think of her.
Rom. O, teach me how I should forget to think.

Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
Examine other beauties.

Rom.
To call hers, exquisite, in question more:
These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' brows,
Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair;
He, that is strucken blind, cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
Where I may read, who pass'd that passing fair?
Farewel; thou canst not teach me to forget.
Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.

[Exeunt.

"Tis the way

SCENE II.

A Street.

Enter CAPULET, Paris, and Servant.
Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I,

In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
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.

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 7: But woo ber, 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, 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 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:

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8 Such, amongst view of many, mine, being one,
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, [gives a puper.] and

to them say,

My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.

[Exeunt Capulet and Paris. Serv. Find them out, whose names are written here? It is written that the shoemaker should meddle 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.

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.
Ben. For what, I pray

thee? Rom.

For your broken shin. Ber.. Why, Romeo, art thou mad? Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is :

Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Whipp'd, and tormented, and-Good-e'en, good fel-

low. Serv. God gi' good e'en.--I pray, sir, can you read?

Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.

Sero. Perhaps you have learn’d it without book:
But I pray, can you read any thing you see?

Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the language.
Sero. Ye say honestly; Rest you merry!
Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read.

[Reads.

Signior Martino, and his wife, and daughters; County Anselme, 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; Liria ; Signior Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena.

A fair assembly; [Gires buck the note.] Whither should

they come?
Serv. Up.
Rom. Whither?
Sero. To supper; to our house.
Rom. Whose house?
Seru. My master's.
Rom. Indeed, I should have ask'd

you

that before, Sery. Now I'll tell you without asking: My master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the

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