Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: Ben. But sadly tell me who. love. Groan! why, no; Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will, Ben. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you lov'd. 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. That, when she dies, with her dies beauty's 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, Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties. Rom. "Tis the way To call hers, exquisite, in question more: Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. A street. 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: Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. Whereto I have invited many a guest, And like her most whose merit most shall be: Through fair Verona; find those persons out Whose names are written there, and to them say, [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, Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's languish: Aake thou some new infection to thy eye, Tnd the rank poison of the old will die. Rom. Your plantain-leaf is excellent for that. For your broken shin. Rom. Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is; Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp'd and tormented, and God-den, good fellow. Serv. God gi' god-den. — I pray, sir, can you read? Serv. Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I pray, can you read any thing you see? Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the language. Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read. [Takes the paper and reads. The lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces; Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters; My fair niece Rosaline and Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio and the lively Helena." [Giving back the paper] A fair assembly: whither should they 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! Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's [Exit. Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; who, often drown'd, could never die, And these, Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! One fairer than my love! th' all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun. Ben. Tut, tut, you saw her fair, none else being by, That I will show you shining at this feast, And she shall scant show well that now shows best. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. A room in CAPULET's house. Enter Lady CAPULET and Nurse. La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me. Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old, I bade her come. What, lamb! what, lady-bird! God forbid! where's this girl? — What, Juliet! -- Jul. How now! who calls? Nurse. Jul. Enter JULIET. Your mother. Madam, I'm here. Nurse, give leave awhile, What is your will? La. Cap. This is the matter, We must talk in secret: - nurse, come back again; I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, |