Ben. It was: what sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Rom. Not having that, which having makes them thort. Ben. In love? Rom. Out Ben. Of love »? kem. Out of her favout where I am in love. Hen. Alas, that love fo gentle in his view, vé Should be fo tyrannous and rough in proof! Rom. Alas, that love, whofe view is muffled ftill, Should without eyes fee path ways to his will! Where fhall we dine? O me! here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. What fray was 922 Here's much to do with hate, but more with love:1 O heavy lightness ! ferious vanity! Feather of lead, bright fmoke, cold fire, fick health! 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 oppreffion.5 13 Rom. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breaft [Going Ber. Soft, I'll go along. Rom Rom, What, shall I groan and tell thee ?` སུ Ben Groan? why no, but fadly tell me, who.. Rom. Bid a fick man in fadness make his willO word, ill urg g'd to one that is fo ill In fadnefs, coufin, I do love a woman. Ben, I aim'd fo near, when I fuppos'd you lov'd. Rom. A right good marks-man, and fhe's fair I love. Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is foon ft hit. Rom. But in that hit you mifs,fhe'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow, he hath Dian's wit: And in frong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow the lives unharm'd. She will not tay the fiege of loving terms, Nor hide th' encounter of affaili g eyes, Nor ope her lap to faint-feducing gold. Q fhe is rich in beauty; only poor, That when the dies, with beauty dies her store. Ben. Then the bath fworn, that she will still live chafte? Rom. She hath, and in that (paring makes huge wafte. For beauty ftarv'd with her feverity, Cuts beauty off from all pofterity. She is too fair, too wife: wifely too fair, Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. Rom. 'Tis the way To call hers (exquifite) in queftion more: SCENE ୮ Euter Capulet, Paris, and fervant, theft ala Cap. And Mountague is bound as well as I, nouŤ In penalty alike ; and 'tis not hard to as man slod W For men fo old as we to keep the peace. lisinos y M Par. Of honourable reck'ning are you both, And pity 'tis you liv'd at odds fo long: But now, my lord, what fay you to my fuit Cap. But laying o'er what I have faid before My child is yet a ftranger in the world, She hath not feen the change of fourteen years presk Let two more fummers wither in their pride, bat Dire Ere we may think her ripe to be a brides dad mi Par. Younger than fhe are happy_motkers made.> Cap. And too foon marr'd are thofe fo early made: The earth hath fwallowed all my hopes but the. But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, is My will to her confent is but a part; If the agree, within her fcope of choice Such as I love, and you among the store, One more (moft welcome!) makes my number more, but the, She is the hopeful lady of my earth this line not in the first edition.ne Jaherit Inherit at my houfe; hear all, all fee, And like her most, whose merit moft shall be: [Exeunt Cap. and Par Ser. Find them out whofe names are written here? It is written, that the fhaoe-maker should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his laft, and the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets. But I am fent to find thofe perfons whofe names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing perfon hath here writ. I must to the learned. good time. Enter Benvolio and Romeo. in Ben. Tut man, one fire burns out another's burning, Turn giddy and be help'd by backward turning, One defperate grief cure with another's languish: Take thou fome new infection to the eye, And the rank poison of the old will die. Rom. Your plantan leaf is excellent for that. Rom. For your broken fhin. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad? Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is: Shut up in prifon, kept without my food, Whipt and tormented; and-Good-e'en, good fellow. Ser. Perhaps you have learn'd it without book: but, I pray, Can you read any thing you fee? Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the language.. [He [He reads the letter.] Siemand his beauteous fifters; the lady widow Rom. Whither? to fupper? Rom. Whole houfe: Ser. My mafter's, Rom, Indeed I fhould have askt you that before. Ser. Now I'll tell you without asking. My mafter is the great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the houfe of Mountagues, I pray come and crufh a cup of wine. Reft you merry. LExit Ben. At this fame ancient feaft of Capulets, Sups the fair Rofaline, whom thou fo loy'ft; Compare her face with fome that I fhall fhow, Thit I will thew you, fhining at this feaft, And the will fhew feant well, that now fhews beft, [Exeunt |