BEN. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. ROM. O teach me how I should forget to think. BEN. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties. ROM. "T is the way To call hers, exquisite, in question more: What doth her beauty serve, but as a note Where I may read, who pass'd that passing fair? 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, PAR. Of honourable reckoning are you both; CAP. But saying o'er what I have said before. She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; PAR. Younger than she are happy mothers made. Such as I love; and you, among the store, And like her most, whose merit most shall be: Whose names are written there [gives a paper], and to them say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. [Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS. It SERV. Find them out, whose names are written here? 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 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, And the rank poison of the old will die. 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-Good e'en, good fellow. ROM. Stay, fellow: I can read. [Reads. "Signor Martino, and his wife and daughter; County Anselme, and his beauteous sisters; the lady widow of Vitruvio; Signor Placentio, and his lovely nieces: Mercutio, and his brother Valentine; Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters; My fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signor Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena.” A fair assembly [gives back the note]; Whither should they come? 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. BEN. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's [Exit. Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires! BEN. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by, But in that crystal scales, let there be weigh'd And she shall scant show well, that now shows best. SCENE III-A Room in Capulet's House. Enter LADY CAPULET and NURSE. [Exeunt LA. CAP. 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! LA. CAP. This is the matter:-Nurse, give leave a while, We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back again; I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel. NURSE. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, And yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four,-- To Lammas-tide? LA. CAP. A fortnight, and odd days. And she was wean'd,-I never shall forget it,— Shake, quoth the dove-house: 't was no need, I trow, And since that time it is eleven years: For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, I never should forget it; Wilt thou not, Jule? quoth he And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said—Ay. LA. CAP. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace NURSE. Yes, madam; yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying, and say-Ay: And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone; A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly. Yea, quoth my husband, fall'st upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward, when thou com'st to age; Wilt thou not, Jule? it stinted, and said-Ay. JUL. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I. NURSE. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace! 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 I came to talk of:-Tell me, daughter Juliet, |