The most excellent Tragedie,
¶Liuia, Seigneur Valentio
and his Cosen Tibalt, Lucio
¶and the liuelie Hellena.
320A faire a
ssembly, whether
should they come?
¶Ro: Indeed I
should haue askt thee that before.
¶Ser: Now il'e tell you without asking. My Ma
ster is
¶the great rich
Capulet, and if you be not of the hou
se of
¶Mountagues, I pray come and cru
sh a cup of wine. Re
st
¶Ben: At this fame auncient fea
st of
Capulets,
¶Sups the faire
Rosaline whom thou
so loues
:
¶With all the admired beauties of
Verona,
¶Goe thither and with vnattainted eye,
335Compare her face with
some that I
shall
shew,
¶And I will make thee thinke thy
swan a crow.
¶Ro: When the deuout religion of mine eye
¶Maintaines
such fal
shood, then turne teares to fire,
¶And the
se who often drownde could neuer die,
340Tran
sparent Heretiques be burnt for liers.
¶One fairer than my loue, the all
seeing
sonne
¶Nere
saw her match,
since fir
st the world begun.
¶Ben: Tut you
saw her faire none els being by,
¶Her
selfe poy
sd with her
selfe in either eye
:
345But in that Cri
stall
scales let there be waide,
¶Your Ladyes loue, again
st
some other maide
¶That I will
shew you
shining at this fea
st,
¶And
she
shall
scant
shew well that now
seemes be
st.
¶Rom: Ile goe along no
such
sight to be
showne,
