248268Capu. But Mountague is bound as well as I,

249269In penaltie alike, and tis not hard I thinke,

250270For men so old as we to keepe the peace.

251271Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both,

252272And pittie tis, you liu'd at ods so long:

253273But now my Lord, what say you to my sute?

254274Capu. But saying ore what I haue said before,

255275My child is yet a straunger in the world,

256276Shee hath not seene the chaunge of fourteen yeares,

257277Let two more Sommers wither in their pride,

258278Ere we may thinke her ripe to be a bride.

259279 Pari. Younger then she, are happie mothers made.

260280Capu. And too soone mard are those so early made:

261281Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she,

262282Shees the hopefull Lady of my earth:

263283But wooe her gentle Paris, get her hart,

264284My will to her consent, is but a part.

265285And shee agreed, within her scope of choise

266286Lyes my consent, and faire according voyce:

267287This night I hold, an old accustomd feast,

268288Whereto I haue inuited many a guest:

269289Such as I loue, and you among the store,

270290One more, most welcome makes my number more:

271291At my poore house, looke to behold this night,

272292Earthtreading starres, that make darke heauen light:

273293Such comfort as do lustie young men feele,

274294When well appareld Aprill on the heele,

275295Of limping winter treads, euen such delight

276296Among fresh fennell buds shall you this night

277297Inherit at my house, heare all, all see:

278298And like her most, whose merit most shall bee:

279299Which one more view, of many, mine being one,

280300May stand in number, though in reckning none.

281301Come go with me, go sirrah trudge about,

282302Through faire Verona, find those persons out,

283303Whose names are written there, and to them say,

284304My house and welcome,on their pleasure stay.

285306 Seru. Find them out whose names are written. Here it is writ-

286307ten, that the shoo-maker should meddle with his yard, and the

287308tayler with his last, the fisher with his pensill, & the painter with

288309his nets. But I am sent to find those persons whose names are

289310here writ, and can neuer find what names the writing person

290311hath here writ (I must to the learned) in good time.

293313Ben. Tut man, one fire burnes out, an others burning,

294314On paine is lesned by an others anguish,

295315Turne giddie, and be holpe by backward turning:

296316One desperate greefe, cures with an others languish:

297317Take thou some new infection to thy eye,

298318And the rancke poyson of the old will dye.

299319Romeo. Your Plantan leafe is excellent for that.

300320Ben. For what I pray thee?

301321Romeo. For your broken shin.

302322Ben. Why Romeo, art thou mad?

303323Rom. Not mad, but bound more then a mad man is:

304324Shut vp in prison, kept without my foode,

305325Whipt and tormented, and Godden good fellow.

306326Ser. Godgigoden, I pray sir can you read?

307327Rom. I mine owne fortune in my miserie.

308328Ser. Perhaps you haue learned it without booke:

309329But I pray can you read any thing you see?

310330Rom. I if I know the letters and the language.

311331Ser. Yee say honestly, rest you merrie.

312332Rom. Stay fellow, I can read.

B 3 He

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,

350369But to reioyce in splendor of mine owne.