Ben. It was what fadnes lengthens Romeos houres? Ben. In loue. Romeo. Out. Ben. Of loue. Rom. Out of her fauour where I am in loue. Ben. Alas that loue fo gentle in his view, Should be fo tyrannous and rough in proofe. Romeo. Alas that loue, whofe view is muffled still, Heres much to doe with hate, but more with loue, O heauie lightnesse, serious vanity, Mishapen Chaos of welseeing formes, Feather of lead, bright fmoke, cold fier, ficke health, This loue feele I, that feele no loue in this, Doeft thou not laugh? Ben. No coze, I rather weepe. Rom. Good heart at what? Ben. At thy good harts oppreffion. Romeo. Why fuch is loues tranfgreffion. Griefes of mine owne lie heauie in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate to haue it preaft, With more of thine, this loue that thou hast showne, A A choking gall, and a preferuing sweet: Ben. Soft I will goe along. And if you leaue me fo, you doe me wrong. Ben. Tell me in fadneffe, who is that you loue? In sadnesse cozin, I do loue a woman. Ben. I aymd fo neare, when I fuppofde you lou'd. And in ftrong proofe of chaftitie well armd, O fhe is rich in beautie, onely poore, That when he dies, with beautie dies her ftore. Ben. Then fhe hath fworne, that fhe will ftill liue chaft? Rom. She hath, and in that sparing, make huge wast : For beauty fteru'd with her feuerity, Cuts beauty off from all posteritie. She is too faire, too wife, wifely too faire, To merit bliffe by making me dispaire : Do I liue dead, that liue to tell it now. Ben. Be rulde by me, forget to thinke of her. Rom. O teach me how I fhould forget to thinke. * Bid a. + make. Ro. Ro. By giuing liberty vnto thine eyes, Examine other beauties. Ro. Tis the way to call hers (exquifit) in question more, These happy maskes that kiffe faire ladies browes, Being blacke, puts vs in mind they hide the faire : He that is strooken blind, cannot forget The precious treasure of his eye-fight loft, Shew me a mistreffe that is paffing faire, What doth her beauty ferue but as a note, Where I may read who past that paffing faire: Farewell thou canst not teach me to forget, Ben. Ile pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. Enter Capulet, countie Paris, and the Clowne. Cap. Monntague † is bound as well as I, Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both, Capu. But faying ore what I haue faid before, My child is yet a stranger in the world, Shee hath not feene the change of fourteene yeares, Pari. Younger then fhe, are happy mothers made. Shees the hopefull lady of my earth, But wooe her gentle Paris, get her heart, Exeunt. † And Mountague. * She is. And And fhe agree, within her fcope of choife Such as I loue, and you among the store, Exit. Here it is Ser. Find them out whofe names are written. written, that the fhoo-maker should meddle with his yard, and the tayler with his laft, the fisher with his penfill, and the painter with his nets. But I am fent to find those perfons whofe names are here writ, and can neuer find what names the writing perfon hath here writ, (I must to the learned) in good time Enter Benuolio, and Romeo. Ben. Tut man one fire burnes out an others burning, One paine is lefned by an others anguish: Turne giddie, and be holpe by backward turning : ton Take Take thou fome new infection to the eye, Romeo. For your broken shin. Ben. Why Romeo art thou mad? Rom. Not mad but bound more then a mad man is: Shut vp in prifon, kept without my foode, He reades the letter. Seigneur Martino, and his wife and daughters: county Anfelme and his beautious fifters: the ladic widdow of Vtruuio, feigneur Placentio, and his louely neeces: Mercutio and his brother Valentine: mine vncle Capulet his wife and daughters : my faire neece Rofaline, Liuia, feigneur Valentio, and his cofen Tybalt Lucio and the liuely Helena. A faire affembly, whither fhould they come ? Ser. Vp. Ro. Whither to fupper. Ser. To our house. Ro. Whofe house? Ser. My maifters. Ro. Indeede I should haue askt you that before. Ser. Now Ile tell you without asking. My maifter is the great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house of Moun tagues, |