320340A faire assemblie, whither should they come?

321341Ser. Vp.

322342Ro. Whither to supper?

323343Ser. To our house.

324344Ro. Whose house?

325345Ser. My Maisters.

326346Ro. Indeed I should haue askt you that before.

327347 Ser. Now ile tell you without asking. My maister is the great

328348rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house of Mountagues, I

329349pray come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merrie.

331350Ben. At this same auncient feast of Capulets,

332351Sups the faire Rosaline whom thou so loues:

333352With all the admired beauties of Verona,

334353Go thither, and with vnattainted eye,

335354Compare her face with some that I shall show,

336355And I will make thee thinke thy swan a crow.

337356Ro. When the deuout religion of mine eye.

338357Maintaines such falshood, then turne teares to fier:

339358And these who often drownde, could neuer die,

340359Transparent Hereticques be burnt for liers.

341360One fairer then my loue, the all seeing Sun,

342361Nere saw her match, since first the world begun.

343362Ben. Tut you saw her faire none else being by,

344363Her selfe poysd with her selfe in either eye:

345364But in that Christall scales let there be waide,

346365Your Ladies loue against some other maide:

347366That I will shew you shining at this feast,

348367And she shall scant shew well that now seemes best.

349368Ro. Ile go along no such sight to be showne,