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dle 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.
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-e'en, good fel
Serv. God gi' good e'en.-I pray, sir, can you read?
Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
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!
Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read.
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?
Serv. To supper; to our house.
Rom. Whose house?
Sery. My master's.
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.4 Rest you merry.
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 hereticks, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun.
4 We still say in cant language—to crack a bottle.
Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois'd 5 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 scant show well, that now shows best.
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 maiden-head,-at twelve year
I bade her come.-What, lamb! what, lady-bird!God forbid !-where's this girl ?—what, Juliet!
La. Cap. This is the matter:-Nurse, give leave
We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back again; I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel.
5 Weigh'd. 6 Scarce, hardly.
Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age.
I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,
And yet, to my teen 7 be it spoken, I have but four,She is not fourteen: How long is it now
A fortnight, and odd days.
Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year,
To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug.
Shake, quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
To bid me trudge.
And since that time it is eleven years :
For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,"
7 To my sorrow.
8 i. e. I have a perfect remembrance or recollection.
9 The cross.
She could have run and waddled all about.
For even the day before, she broke her brow:
La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy
Nurse. Yes, madam; Yet I cannot choose but
To think it should leave crying, and say-Ay:
And yet, I warrant, it had upon it's brow
Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I. Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace !3
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd:
An I might live to see thee married once,
I have my wish.
La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme
Holy dame, i. e. the blessed virgin.