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Groan ? why, no; But sadly tell me, who.
Ro. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will.-
Ben. I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.
Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
chaste ? Ro. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge
Ben. Be ruled by me; forget to think of her.
'Tis the way
Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes ; Examine other beauties.
Ro. 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.
Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and SERVANT.
Pa. Of honorable reckoning are you both;
Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before :
Pa. Younger than she are happy mothers made.
Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early i made. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she ; She is the hopeful lady of my earth : But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart; My will to her consent is but a part: An she agree, within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice. This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you, among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more. At my poor house, look to behold this night Earth-treading stars, that make dark heaven light: Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel When well-apparel'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads, even such delight Among fresh female buds shall you this night Inherit 1 at my house ; hear all, all see, And like her most, whose merit most shall be: Such, amongst view of many, mine, being one, May stand in number, though in reckoning none. Come, go with me.-Go, sirrah, trudge about Through fair Verona; find those persons out, Whose names are written there, [gives a paper.]
and to them say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
[Exeunt Capulet and Paris.
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.
For 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.
[Erit. 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.