Romeo and Juliet Page #2

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from thy teat.

Well, think of

marriage now;

younger than you,

Here in Verona,

ladies of esteem, Are

made already mothers.

Thus then in brief:

The valiant Paris seeks

you for his love.

But saying o'er

what I have said

before:
My child is

yet a stranger in

the world; She hath

not seen the change

of fourteen years,

Let two more summers

wither in their

pride, Ere we may

think her ripe

to be a bride.

Younger than

she are happy

mothers made.

And too soon

marr'd are those

so early made.

The earth hath

swallow'd all my

hopes but she, But

woo her, gentle

Paris, get her

heart, This night

I hold an old

accustom'd feast,

Whereto I have

invited many a

guest, Such as I

love; and you, among

the store, One more,

most welcome, makes

my number more.

But my will to her

consent is but a part.

Madam, Juliet.

Come quickly.

What say you?

can you love

the gentleman?

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;

I'll look to

like, if looking

liking move:
But

no more deep will I

endart mine eye Than

your consent gives

strength

to make it fly.

At this same

ancient feast of

Capulet's Sups the

fair Rosaline whom

thou so lovest,

I aim'd so near,

when I supposed

you loved.

A right fair

mark, fair coz,

is soonest hit.

Good evening

my lord.

Well, in that

hit you miss:

She'll not be hit

with Cupid's arrow;

she hath Dian's wit;

And, in strong proof

of chastity well

arm'd, From love's

weak childish bow

she lives unharm'd.

She will not stay

the siege of loving

terms, Nor bide

the encounter of

assailing eyes,

O, she is rich in

beauty, only poor,

That when she dies

with beauty

dies her store.

She is too fair,

too wise, wisely too

fair, To merit

bliss by making me

despair:
She hath

forsworn to love,

and in that vow Do I

live dead that live

to tell it now.

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.

Be ruled by me, forget

to think of her.

O, teach me how

I should forget

to think.

Examine

other beauties.

Farewell:
thou

canst not teach me

to forget.

One fairer

than my love!

the all-seeing sun

Ne'er saw her match

since first the

world begun.

Juliet, the

county stays.

Go, girl, seek

happy nights to

happy days.

Welcome, gentlemen!

ladies that have

their toes Unplagued

with corns will have

a bout with you.

Ah ha, my mistresses!

which of you all

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