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Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears :
Soft, I will go along;
Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
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:-
Ben. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you lov'd.
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
Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge
Ben. Be ruld by me, forget to think of her.
Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
"Tis the way
Enter CAPULET, Paris, and Servant.
In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both;
Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before:
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:
8 Such, amongst view of many, mine, being one,
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
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 :
Rom. 'Your plantain leaf is excellent for that.
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,
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:
Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the language.
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
that before, Sery. Now I'll tell you without asking: My master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the