Go, sirrah, trudge about

      Through fair Verona; find those persons out

      Whose names are written there,

      And to them say;

      My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.

      Servant. Find them out whose names are written here! It is

      Written that the shoemaker should meddle with his

      Yard and the tailor with his last, the fisher with

      His pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am

      Sent to find those persons whose names are here

      Writ, and can never find what names the writing

      Person hath here writ. I must to the learned..in good time!

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

      One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;

      Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning.

      One desperate grief cures with another's languish.

      Take thou some new infection to thy eye,

      And the rank poison of the old will die.

      Romeo. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is;

      Shut up in prison, kept without my food.

      Whipp'd and tormented and God-den, good fellow.

      Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;

      County Anselmo and his beauteous sisters; the lady

      widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio and his lovely

      nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine

      uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters; my fair niece

      Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin

      Tybalt; Lucio and the lively Helena.

      A fair assembly.

      whither should they come?

      Servant. Now I'll tell you without asking.

      My master is the great rich Capulet;

      And if you be not of the house of Montagues,

      I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.

      Rest you merry!

      Benvolio. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's

      Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st;

      With all the admired beauties of Verona.

      Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,

      Compare her face with some that I shall show,

      And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

      Romeo. When the devout religion of mine eye

      Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;

      And these,who, often drown'd, could never die.

      Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!

      One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun

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

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

      Herself pois'd with herself in either eye.

      But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd

      Your lady's love against some other maid

      That I will show you shining at this feast,

      And she shall scant show well that now shows best.

      Nurse. Now, by my maidenhea, at twelve year old,

      I bade her come. What, lamb! what ladybird!

      God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!

      Lady Capulet.This is the matter:-Nurse, give leave awhile,

      We must talk in secret:-Nurse, come back again;

      I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.

      Thou knowest my daughter's of a pretty age.

      Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,

      And yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four,

      She is not fourteen. How long is it now

      To Lammas-tide?

      Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year,

      Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.

      Susan and she, God rest all Christian souls!

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