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hard； I think； For men so old as we to keep the peace。 Par。 Of honourable
reckoning are you both； And pity 'tis you liv'd at odds so long。 But now；
my lord； what say you to my suit？ Cap。 But saying o'er what I have said
before： My child is yet a stranger in the world； She hath not seen the
change of fourteen years； Let two more summers wither in their pride Ere
we may think her ripe to be a bride。 Par。 Younger than she are happy
mothers made。 Cap。 And too soon marr'd are those so early made。 The
earth hath swallowed 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 apparell'd April on the heel
Of limping Winter treads； even such delight Among fresh female buds
shall you this night Inherit at my house。 Hear all； all see； And like her most
whose merit most shall be； Which； on more view of many； mine； being
one； May stand in number； though in reck'ning none。 Come； go with me。
＇To Servant； giving him a paper＇ Go； sirrah； trudge about Through fair
Verona； find those persons out Whose names are written there； and to
them say； My house and welcome on their pleasure stay… 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； One pain is
lessoned by another's anguish； Turn giddy； and be holp by backward
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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。 Ben。 For what； I pray thee？ Rom。
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… God…den； good fellow。 Serv。 God gi'
go…den。 I pray； sir； can you read？ Rom。 Ay； mine own fortune in my misery。
Serv。 Perhaps you have learned it without book。 But I pray； can you read
anything 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。 He reads。
'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters； County Anselmo 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 and Livia； Signior Valentio
and His cousin Tybalt； Lucio and the lively Helena。'
＇Gives back the paper。＇ A fair assembly。 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 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！ 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'd with herself in
either eye； But in that 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 seems best。 Rom。 I'll go along； no such
sight to be shown； But to rejoice in splendour of my own。 ＇Exeunt。＇
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SCENE III。 Capulet's house。
Enter Capulet's Wife； and Nurse。
Wife。 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
ladybird！ God forbid！ Where's this girl？ What； Juliet！
Enter Juliet。
Jul。 How now？ Who calls？ Nurse。 Your mother。 Jul。 Madam； I am
here。 What is your will？ Wife。 This is the matter… Nurse； give leave awhile；
We must talk in secret。 Nurse； come back again； I have rememb'red me；
thou's hear our counsel。 Thou knowest my daughter's of a pretty age。
Nurse。 Faith； I can tell her age unto an hour。 Wife。 She's not fourteen。
Nurse。 I'll lay fourteen of my teeth… And yet； to my teen be it spoken； I
have but four… She is not fourteen。 How long is it now To Lammastide？
Wife。 A fortnight and odd days。 Nurse。 Even or odd； of all days in the year；
Come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen。 Susan and she （God rest
all Christian souls！） Were of an age。 Well； Susan is with God； She was too
good for me。 But； as I said； On Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen；
That shall she； marry； I remember it well。 'Tis since the earthquake now
eleven years； And she was wean'd （I never shall forget it）； Of all the days
of the year； upon that day； For I had then laid wormwood to my dug；
Sitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall。 My lord and you were then at
Mantua。 Nay； I do bear a brain。 But； as I said； When it did taste the
wormwood on the nipple Of my dug and felt it bitter； pretty fool； To see it
tetchy and fall out with the dug！ Shake； quoth the dovehou