Romeo and Juliet Page #2

being purged,

a fire sparkling in lover's eyes,

being vexed,

a sea nourished with lover's tears.

What is it else?

A madness most discreet,

a choking gall and a preserving sweet.

And, in strong proof of

chastity well arm'd,

from love's weak childish bow

she lives unharmed.

Be ruled by me. Forget to think of her.

Oh, teach me how I should forget to think.

By giving liberty unto thine eyes.

Examine other beauties.

He that is strucken blind

cannot forget the precious treasure

of his eyesight lost.

Show me a mistress that is passing fair,

what doth her beauty serve but as a note

where I may read

who pass'd that passing fair?

Tut, man, one fire burns out

another's burning.

One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

Take thou some new infection to thy eye,

and the rank poison of the old will die.

Romeo, art thou mad?

No, not mad,

but bound more than a madman is.

Shut up in prison, kept without my food,

whipp'd and tormented.

Good den, good fellow.

God gi' good den. I pray,

sir, can you read?

Ay, my own fortune in my misery.

Well, perhaps you have learn'd it

without book,

but I pray, sir,

can you read anything you see?

Ay, if I know the letters and the language.

- Ye say honestly. Rest you merry.

- Stay, fellow, I can read.

"Signor Martino and his wife

and daughters,

"County Anselme

and his beauteous sisters,

"the lady widow of Vitruvio,

"Signor Placentio and his lovely nieces,

"Mercutio and his brother Valentine.

"Signor Valentio and his cousin Tybalt."

Tybalt.

"My fair niece Rosaline."

A fair assembly.

Whither should they come?

- Up.

- Whither?

- To supper, to our house.

- To whose house?

- My master's.

- Yes, indeed,

I should have asked you that before.

Now I'll tell you without asking.

My master is the great rich Capulet.

And if you be not

of the House of Montague,

I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.

Rest you merry.

At this same ancient feast of Capulet's

sups the fair Rosaline

whom thou so lov'st

with all the admired beauties of Verona.

Go thither, and with unattainted eye

compare her face

with some that I shall show.

- I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

- One fairer than my love?

The all-seeing sun ne'er saw her match

since first the world begun.

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

but to rejoice in splendor of mine own.

- Mercutio.

- Come, supper is served.

I shall not budge.

- Come, let's away.

- I shall not budge for no man's pleasure.

Give me a torch. I am not for this ambling.

Nay, gentle Romeo,

we must have you dance.

Not I, believe me.

You have dancing shoes with nimble soles.

I have a soul of lead so stakes me

to the ground I cannot move.

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