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Romeo and Juliet (Folio 1, 1623)
247Enter Capulet, Countie Paris, and the Clowne.
248Capu. Mountague is bound as well as I,
249In penalty alike, and 'tis not hard I thinke,
250For men so old as wee, to keepe the peace.
251Par. Of Honourable reckoning are you both,
252And pittie 'tis you liu'd at ods so long:
255My Child is yet a stranger in the world,
256Shee hath not seene the change of fourteene yeares,
257Let two more Summers wither in their pride,
258Ere we may thinke her ripe to be a Bride.
262Shee's the hopefull Lady of my earth:
263But wooe her gentle Paris, get her heart,
264My will to her consent, is but a part,
266Lyes my consent, and faire according voice:
268Whereto I haue inuited many a Guest,
269Such as I loue, and you among the store,
270One more, most welcome makes my number more:
271At my poore house, looke to behold this night,
272Earth-treading starres, that make darke heauen light,
273Such comfort as do lusty young men feele,
274When well apparrel'd Aprill on the heele
275Of limping Winter treads, euen such delight
279Which one more veiw, of many, mine being one,
280May stand in number, though in reckning none.
281Come, goe with me: goe sirrah trudge about,
286is written, that the Shoo-maker should meddle with his
291the learned) in good time.
292Enter Benuolio, and Romeo.
295Turne giddie, and be holpe by backward turning:
298And the rank poyson of the old wil die.
299Rom. Your Plantan leafe is excellent for that.
300Ben. For what I pray thee?
302Ben. Why Romeo art thou mad?
303Rom. Not mad, but bound more then a mad man is:
304Shut vp in prison, kept without my foode,
305Whipt and tormented: and Godden good fellow,
308Ser. Perhaps you haue learn'd it without booke:
309But I pray can you read any thing you see?
310Rom. I, if I know the Letters and the Language.
312Rom. Stay fellow, I can read.
313He reades the Letter.
314SEigneur Martino, and his wife and daughter: County An-
316uio, Seigneur Placentio, and his louely Neeces: Mercutio and
317his brother Valentine: mine vncle Capulet his wife and daugh-
318ters: my faire Neece Rosaline, Liuia, Seigneur Valentio, & his
319Cosen Tybalt: Lucio and the liuely Helena.
321Ser. Vp.
328the great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house of
330you merry. Exit.
333With all the admired Beauties of Verona,
334Go thither and with vnattainted eye,
336And I will make thee thinke thy Swan a Crow.
337Rom. When the deuout religion of mine eye
339And these who often drown'd could neuer die,
340Transparent Heretiques be burnt for liers.
341One fairer then my loue: the all-seeing Sun
350But to reioyce in splendor of mine owne.