Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair; Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Street. Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant. Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I, Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both; She hath not feen the change of fourteen years; Par. Younger than the are happy mothers made. She is the hopeful lady of my earth: But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, An fhe agree, within her fcope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice. This night I hold an old accuftom'd feast, Such as I love; and you, among the ftore, One more, most welcome, makes my number more. And like her moft, whose merit moft fhall be: Whose names are written there, [gives a paper.] and to them fay, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. [Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS. Serv. Find them out, whofe names are written here? It is written-that the fhoemaker fhould meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am fent to find those persons, whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing perfon hath here writ. I must to the learned :—In good time. Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO. Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burning, Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning ; Take thou fome new infection to thy eye, Rom. Your plaintain leaf is excellent for that. Rom. For your broken shin. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad ? Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is : Shut up in prifon, kept without my food, Whipp'd, and tormented, and-Good-e'en, good fellow. Serv. God gi' good e'en.-I pray, fir, can you read? Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my mifery. Sery. Perhaps you have learn'd it without book: But I pray, can you read any thing you fee? Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the language. Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read. [reads. Signior Martino, and his wife, and daughters; County Anfelme, and his beauteous fifters; The lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and his lovely nieces; Mercutio, and his brother Valentine; Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters; My fair niece Rofaline; Livia; Signior Valentio, and his coufin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena. A fair affembly; [gives back the note.] Whither should they come? Serv. Up. Rem. Whither? Berv. To fupper; to our houfe. Rom. Whose house? Serv. My master's. Rom. Indeed, I should have afk'd you that before. Serv. Now I'll tell you without alking: My master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crufh a cup of wine. Rest you merry. [Exit. Ben. Ben. At this fame ancient feast of Capulet's One fairer than my love! the all-feeing fun But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd That I will show you, fhining at this feast, SCENE III. A Room in Capulet's Houfe. Enter Lady CAPULET and Nurse. [Exeunt. L. Cap. Nurfe, where's my daughter? call her forth to me. Nurfe. Now, by my maiden-head,-at twelve year old,I bade her come.-What, lamb! what, lady-bird!— God forbid !-where's this girl ?—what, Juliet! Enter JULIET. ul. How now, who calls? Nurje. Your mother. Jul. Ful. What is your will? Madam, I am here. La. Cap. This is the matter:-Nurse, give leave awhile, We must talk in fecret.-Nurfe, come back again; I have remember'd me, thou fhalt hear our counsel. Thou know'ft, my daughter's of a pretty age. Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. La. Cap. She's not fourteen. Nurfe. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, And yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four,She is not fourteen: How long is it now To Lammas-tide? L. Cap. A fortnight, and odd days. Nurfe. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Shake, quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow, And fince that time it is eleven years: For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, She |