Romeo and Juliet Page #5

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:

Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.

BENVOLIO:

For what, I pray thee?

ROMEO:

For your broken shin.

BENVOLIO:

Why, Romeo, art thou mad?

ROMEO:

Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;

Shut up in prison, kept without my food,

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

Servant

God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?

ROMEO:

Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.

Servant

Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I

pray, can you read any thing you see?

ROMEO:

Ay, if I know the letters and the language.

Servant

Ye say honestly:
rest you merry!

ROMEO:

Stay, fellow; I can read.

Reads

'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;

County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady

widow of Vitravio; 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

Up.

ROMEO:

Whither?

Servant

To supper; to our house.

ROMEO:

Whose house?

Servant

My master's.

ROMEO:

Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.

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!

Exit

BENVOLIO:

At this same ancient feast of Capulet's

Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,

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 poised 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.

ROMEO:

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

But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.

Exeunt

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