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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.
'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!
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.
LADY CAPULET:
Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.
Nurse:
Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
JULIET:
How now! who calls?
Nurse:
Your mother.