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Ser. 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 BÈNVOLIO 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 lan
Ro. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that.
your broken shin. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad ?
Ro. 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
fellow. Ser. God gi’ good e’en.—I pray, sir, can you read ?
Ro. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
But I pray, can you read any thing you see?
Ro. 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; Livia; Signior Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena.'
A fair assembly. [gives back the note.] Whither
should they come ? Ser. Up. Ro. Whither? Ser. To supper; to our house. Ro. Whose house? Ser. My master's. Ro. Indeed, I should have asked you that before.
Ser. 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.
[Exit. Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's, Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lovest, With all the admired beauties of Verona :
"A cant phrase equivalent to crack a bottle.
Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
Ro. When the devout religion of mine eye
fires ! And these, who, often drown'd, could never die,
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars ! One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun.
Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself poised with herself in either eye: But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against some other maid That I will show you, shining at this feast, And she shall scanti show well, that now shows
best. Ro. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendor of mine own. [E.reunt.
A room in Capulet's house.
Enter LADY CAPULET and NURSE. L. Cap. Nurse, where 's my daughter? call her Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year
forth to me.
I bade her come.-What, lamb! what, lady-bird ! God forbid !—where's this girl ?—what, Juliet !
Ju. How now, who calls ?
Madam, I am here. What is
will ? L. Cap. This is the matter.—Nurse, give leave
Nurse. Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,And yet, to my teen 1 be it spoken, I have but
A fortnight, and odd days.
She was too good for me : but, as I said,