But Montague is bound as well as I,

1.2.3249269In penalty alike, and 'tis not hard, I think,

1.2.4250270For men so old as we to keep the peace.

Of honorable reckoning are you both,

1.2.6252272And pity 'tis, you lived at odds so long.

1.2.7253273But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

But saying o'er what I have said before:

1.2.9255275My child is yet a stranger in the world;

1.2.10256276She hath not seen the change of fourteen years.

1.2.11257277Let two more summers wither in their pride

1.2.12258278Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

Younger than she are happy mothers made.

And too soon marred are those so early made.

1.2.15261281Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she,

1.2.16262282She's the hopeful lady of my earth.

1.2.17263283But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart.

1.2.18264284My will to her consent is but a part,

1.2.19265285And, she agreed, within her scope of choice

1.2.20266286Lies my consent. and fair according voice.

1.2.21267287This night I hold an old accustomed feast

1.2.22268288Whereto I have invited many a guest,

1.2.23269289Such as I love, and you among the store,

1.2.24270290One more, most welcome, makes my number more.

1.2.25271291At my poor house, look to behold this night

1.2.26272292Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light.

1.2.27273293Such comfort as do lusty young men feel

1.2.28274294When well-appareled April on the heel

1.2.29275295Of limping winter treads, even such delight

1.2.30276296Among fresh fennel buds shall you this night

1.2.31277297Inherit at my house. Hear all, all see,

1.2.32278298And like her most whose merit most shall be,

1.2.33279299Which one more view of many, mine being one,

1.2.34280300May stand in number, though in reck'ning none.

1.2.35281301Come, go with me.-- [To Serving-man] Go, sirrah, trudge about

1.2.37282302Through fair Verona. Find those persons out

1.2.38283303Whose names are written there, and to them say

1.2.39284304My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.

Find them out whose names are written here! It is 286307written that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard and the 287308tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil and the painter with 288309his nets. But I am sent to find those persons whose names are 289310here writ and can never find what names the writing person 290311hath here writ. I must to the learned. In good time!

Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning.

1.2.44294314One pain is lessened by another's anguish.

1.2.45295315Turn giddy, and be helped by backward turning.

1.2.46296316One desperate grief cures with another's languish.

1.2.47297317Take thou some new infection to thy eye,

1.2.48298318And the rank poison of the old will die.

Your plantain leaf is excellent for that.

For what, I pray thee?

For your broken shin.

Why, Romeo, art thou mad?

Not mad, but bound more than a madman is.

1.2.55304324Shut up in prison, kept without my food,

1.2.56305325Whipped and tormented, and -- [Serving-man approaches them.][To Serving-man] God-den, good fellow.

God gi'god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?[Holds out letter to Romeo.]

Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.

Perhaps you have learned it without book. 309329But I pray, can you read any thing you see?

Ay, if I know the letters and the language.

Ye say honestly; rest you merry.

Stay, fellow, I can read. [Takes letter.]313333

320340A fair assembly. Whither should they come?

Up.

Whither? To supper?

To our house.

Whose house?

My master's.

Indeed, I should have asked you that before.

Now I'll tell you without asking. My master is the great 328348rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I 329349pray come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry.Exit Serving-man.

At this same ancient feast of Capulet's

1.2.72332351Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so loves,

1.2.73333352With all the admired beauties of Verona.

1.2.74334353Go thither, and with unattainted eye

1.2.75335354Compare her face with some that I shall show,

1.2.76336355And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

When the devout religion of mine eye

1.2.78338357Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fire,

1.2.79339358And these who, often drowned, could never die,

1.2.80340359Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars.

1.2.81341360One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun

1.2.82342361Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by.

1.2.84344363Herself poised with herself in either eye.

1.2.85345364But in that crystal scales let there be weighed

1.2.86346365Your lady's love against some other maid

1.2.87347366That I will show you shining at this feast,

1.2.88348367And she shall scant show well that now seems best.

I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,

1.2.90350369But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.[Exeunt Benvolio and Romeo.]