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Ben. It was : what fadness lcdgthens Rowto's hours !
Rom. Not having chat, which having makes them thort.
Ben, In-love
Rom. Out
Ben. Of love?

Jet kom. Opt of her favour where I am in love.«

Hon. Alas, that love fo gentle in his view, an Should be fo tyrannous and rough in proof!

Rom; Alas, that love, whose view is mufted fill, Should without eyes (ee pathways to his will! Where shall we didesnio me! What Exag was

here ! Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.

9. 2 Here's much to do with hate, but more with love: 1 Why then, O brawling love ! O loving hate

!!!
Oh any thing of nothing first create !
O heavy lightness ! ferious vanity!
Mil-Shapen chaos of well feeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright fmoke, cold fire, fick health!
Still-waking fleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel 1, that feel no love in this,
Doft thou not laugh!

Ben. No, coz, I rather weep.
Rom. Good heart, at what?
Ben. At thy good heart's oppression."

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Rom. Griefs of mine own die heavy in my breast
Vhich thou wilt propagate to have them prest
With more of thine , this love that thou bast thewa
Dyth add more grief to too much of mine own.
Love is a smoke rais'd with the fame of fagbs,
Being purg'd, a fire fparkling in lovers eyes,
Being vexid, a fea nourilh'd with lovers tears ;
What is it elfe ? a madness moft difcreer,
A choaking gall, and a preserving sweet :
Farewel, my cousin.

[Going Beri, Soft, I'll

go along. And if

you

leave me so, you do me wrong
Rore. But I have loft my telf, I am not here,
This is not Romeo, he's fome other where.
Ben. Tell me ha fadaofs, who he is you love?

Rom,

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Rom, What, Ihall I groan and tell thee?"
Bem. Groan, why no, but sadly sell me, who.,

Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will
O word, ill urg'd to one that is so ille
In fadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

Ben, I ain'd.fo near, when I supposed you lov'd.
Rom. A right good marks-man, and she's fair I love.
Ben. A right fair mark, fair com, is foon it hit.
Rom. But in that hit you misse-lhe'll not be hic
With Cupid's arrow me hath Dian's wit:
And in trong proof of chastity well arm'd,
From love's weak childish bow she lives unharmd.
She will not stay the liege of loving terms,
Nor de th' encounter of afruilig eyes,
Nor ope her lap to faint-reducing gold.
Q she is rich in beauty; only poor,
That when the dies, with beauty dies her store.

Ben. Then the bach sworm, that she will ftill live chatte?

Rom. She harb, and in that paring makes huge waste.
For beauty stary'd with her severity,
Cuts beauty off from all pofterity,
She is too fair, too wife : wisely too fair,
To merit bliss by making me solpair;
She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.

Ben. Be ruld by me, forget to think of her.
Rom. O teach me how I Thould forget to think.
Ben. By giving, liberty unto thine eyes :
Examine other beauties,

Rom. 'Tis the way
To call hers (exquilte) in guftion more :

Those happy masks thạc kiss fair ladies brows,
Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair i
He that is ftrucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eye-light loft.
Shew me a mistress that is paffing fair
What doch her beauty serve but as a note,
Where I may read who pact chat paling tair >>
Farewel, thou canst not teach ime to

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Par. Younger than me are happy mothers made.

Cap. And too soon marr'd are thofe for early made:
The earth nath swallowed all my hopes but the.
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
My will to her confent is but a part
If she agree, within her scope of choice
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This night, I hold an old accustom'd feaft. to be
Whereto I have invited many a guest,

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Such as I love, and you among the store,
One more (most welcome!) makes my number more,
At my poor house, look to behold this night,
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light,
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Inherit at my houfe; hear all, all fee,
And like her most, whose merit moft shall be :
Which on more view of many, mine being one,
May stand in number, thougb, in reck’ning none.
Come go with me. Go, firrah, trudge about,
Through fair Verona, find those persons out
W bore names are written there, and to them say,
My house and welcome on their pleasure Atay.

[Exeunt Cap. and Par,
Ser. Find them out whose names are written here? It
is written, that the shooe-maker should meddle with
his yard, and the tailor with bis last, and the fisher' with
his pencil, and the painter with his. nets. But I am
sent to find those persons wbose names are here
writ, and can never find what names the writing per-
fon bath here writ. I must to the learned
good time,

Enter Benvolio and Romeo,
Ben. Tut man, one fire burns out another's burning,

One pain is lesen'd by another's anguish ;
Turn giddy and be help'd by backward turning,

One defperate grief cure with another's languilh:
Take thou some new infe&tion to the eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.

Rom. Your plantan leaf is excellent for that.
Ben. For what, I pray thee?
Rom. For your broken shin.
Ben. "Why, Romeo, art thou mad?

Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is:
Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Wbipt and tormented; and- Good-e'en, good fellow.

(To the Servanti
Ser. God gi' good-e'en: I pray, Sir, can you sead?
Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
Ser. Perhaps you have learnid it without book : bur,

I pray,
Can you

read any thing you

fee?
Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the language..
Ser. Ye' lay honestly, rest you merry.
Ram. Stay fellow, I can read,

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(He reads the letger, Martino, and his wife and daughters : Count Anselm and his beauteous fifters the lady widow of Vitruvio ; Signior Placentino, and his lovely necess Mercutio and his brother Valentine ; mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair neice Rofaline Livio, fignior Valento, and his confin Fibal; Lucio, and the lively Hielers A fair assembly; whither should they come ?

Şer. Up:
Rom. Whither to fupper?
Ser. To our house,
Rom, Whole house ;
Ser. My master's,

Die Rom, Indeed I should haye askt you that before. Ser. Now 191 tell you without asking. My master is the greit rích Capulet, and if you be not of the house of Mountagues, I pray come and frunk a cup of wine. Reft you merry,

LÉxit, Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulets, Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so loy'ft; With all th' admire ! beauties of Verona, Go shither, and with unattiated.eye, Compare her face with for that I shah fhow, And I will make tbce think thy swan a cr w.

Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye

Maintains such falsehoods, then turn tears po fires ; And these who ofyan drown'd could never die,

Tranparent hereticks, be burnt for liars,
One tairer than my love! the all-feeing sun
Ne'er saw her maich, Ance first the world begun.

Ben. Tyt, cut, you saw her fair, none else being by *Her self pisd with her self io either eye:

But in those chryftal scales, let there be weighd
Your lady's 'ove against some other maid
Thit I will The'w you, shining at this feaft,
And she will thew scint well, that now shews belt,

Rom. I'll go along, no such fight to be shewn,
But to rejoice in Splendor. pf mine own.

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