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BENVOLIO . 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 . ROMEO . Your plantain leaf is excellent for that . BENVOLIO . For what , I pray thee ? ROMEO . For your broken shin . BENVOLIO . Why , Romeo , art thou mad ? ROMEO . Not mad , but bound more than a madman is : Shut up in prison , kept without my food , Whipp’d and tormented and — God - den , good fellow . SERVANT . God gi ’ go - 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 anything 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 . [ He reads the letter . ] Signior Martino and his wife and daughters ; County Anselmo and his beauteous sisters ; The lady widow of Utruvio ; Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces ; Mercutio and his brother Valentine ; Mine uncle Capulet , his wife , and daughters ; My fair niece Rosaline and Livia ; Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt ; Lucio and the lively Helena . A fair assembly . [ Gives back the paper ] Whither should they come ? SERVANT . Up . ROMEO . Whither to supper ? SERVANT . 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 . [ Exit . ] BENVOLIO . 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 , 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 fire ; 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 pois’d 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 splendour of my own . [ Exeunt . ] SCENE III . Room in Capulet’s House . Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse . 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 ! Enter Juliet . JULIET . How now , who calls ?
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