Romeo + Juliet Page #2

Benvolio:

Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.

Romeo:

In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

Benvolio:

I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.

Romeo:

A right good marks-man! And she's fair I love.

Benvolio:

A right fair mark, fair cuz, is soonest hit.

Romeo:

Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit with Cupid's arrow; Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, Nor open her lap to saint-seducing gold:

Benvolio:

Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?

Romeo:

She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste.

Benvolio:

Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.

Romeo:

Teach me how I should forget to think.

Benvolio:

By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties. 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. Good day, good fellow.

Female Newscaster:

Now I'll tell you without asking the great rich Capulet holds an old accustomed feast

Male Newscaster:

A fair assembly. Signior Placentio and his lovely daughters. The lady widow of Vitravio; and her lovely nieces Rosaline.

Benvolio:

At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest, With all the admired beauties of Verona:

Female Newscaster:

If you be not of the house of Montague come and crush a cup of wine.

Benvolio:

Go thither; and, with untainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

Romeo:

I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.

Lady Capulet:

JULIET!!! Juliet! Juliet! Juliet! Nurse. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.

Nurse:

I bade her come. God forbid! Juliet! Juliet! Juliet! Juliet!

Juliet:

Madam, I am here. What is your will?

Lady Capulet:

Nurse, give us leave awhile, We must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again; I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel. Nurse, Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.

Nurse:

Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed.

Lady Capulet:

By my count, I was your mother much upon these years, You are now a maid. Thus then in brief: The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.

Nurse:

A man, young lady! Lady, such a man As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.

Lady Capulet:

Verona's summer hath not such a flower.

Nurse:

Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.

Lady Capulet:

This night you shall behold him at our feast; Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him, only lacks a cover: So shall you share all that he doth possess, By having him, making yourself no less.

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