To call her's, exquisite, in question more. Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant. Cap. But Montague is bound as well as I, Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both; 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: 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. Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she, She is the hopeful lady of my earth: But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, Such as I love; and you, among the store, \ Earth-treading stars, that make dark heaven light: And like her most, whose merit most shall be: Whose names are written there, [Giving a Paper.] 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. Ben. 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-den, good fellow. Serv. God gi' good den. I pray, Sir, can you read? Serv. 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. Serv. Ye say honestly. Rest you merry. [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; Livia; Signior Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucie, and the lively Helena.” A fair assembly; whither should they come? Rom. Indeed, I should have asked 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. Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st, Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun [Exit. Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by, But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd That I will show you shining at this feast, And she shall scant show well, that now shows best. SCENE III. A Room in CAPULET'S House. Enter Lady CAPULET and Nurse. [Exeunt. La. Cap. Nurse, where 's my daughter? call her forth to me. Nurse. Now, by my maiden-head at twelve year old, I bade her come. — - What, lamb! what, lady-bird! where's this girl? — what, Juliet! God forbid! What is your will? La. Cap. This is the matter. We must talk in secret. - Nurse, come back again : I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel. Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, And yet to my teen be it spoken I have but four, To Lammas-tide? La. Cap. Were of an age. - Well, Susan is with God; Nay, I do bear a brain : -but, as I said, When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple Of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool, To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug! Shake, quoth the dove-house: 't was no need, I trow, And since that time it is eleven years; For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, She could have run and waddled all about, For even the day before she broke her brow: God be with his soul! And then my husband - "Ay." I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, I never should forget it: "Wilt thou not, Jule?" quoth he; And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said "Ay." La. Cap. Enough of this: I pray thee, hold thy peace. "Ay:" To think it should leave crying, and say |