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And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her.
Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes ;
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? Farewell; thou canst not teach me to forget, Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.
[Exeunt. 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,
(1) i. e. What end does it answer.
'Tis the way
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? Serv. Up: Rom. Whither? Serv. To supper; to our house. Rom. Whose house? Serv. My master's. Rom. Indeed, I should have asked you that be
fore. 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. 1
Rest you merry (Exit. Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; With all the admired beauties of Verona : Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to 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 pois’dź 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 scants show well, that now shows best
() We still say in cant language-to crack a boille.
(2) Weighed. (3) Scarce, hardly.