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Enter CAPULET , County PARIS , and PETER , a servant
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Enter CAPULET , County PARIS , and PETER , a servant
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CAPULET But Montague is bound as well as I,
In penalty alike. And ’tis not hard, I think,
For men so old as we to keep the peace.
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CAPULET But Montague is bound as well as I,
In penalty alike. And ’tis not hard, I think,
For men so old as we to keep the peace.
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PARIS Of honorable reckoning are you both.
5 And pity ’tis you lived at odds so long.
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
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PARIS Of honorable reckoning are you both.
And pity ’tis you lived at odds so long.
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
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CAPULET 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.
10 Let two more summers wither in their pride
Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
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CAPULET 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.
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PARIS Younger than she are happy mothers made.
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PARIS Younger than she are happy mothers made.
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CAPULET And too soon marred are those so early made.
Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she.
15 She’s the hopeful lady of my earth.
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart.
My will to her consent is but a part.
An she agreed within her scope of choice,
Lies my consent and fair according voice.
20 This night I hold an old accustomed 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.
At my poor house look to behold this night
25 Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light.
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CAPULET And too soon marred are those so early made.
Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she.
She’s the hopeful lady of my earth.
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart.
My will to her consent is but a part.
An she agreed within her scope of choice,
Lies my consent and fair according voice.
This night I hold an old accustomed 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.
At my poor house look to behold this night
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light.
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Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
When well-appareled April on the heel
Of limping winter treads. Even such delight
Among fresh fennel buds shall you this night
30 Inherit at my house. Hear all, all see,
And like her most whose merit most shall be—
Which on more view of many, mine, being one,
May stand in number, though in reckoning none,
Come, go with me.
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Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
When well-appareled April on the heel
Of limping winter treads. Even such delight
Among fresh fennel buds shall you this night
Inherit at my house. Hear all, all see,
And like her most whose merit most shall be—
Which on more view of many, mine, being one,
May stand in number, though in reckoning none,
Come, go with me.
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Go, sirrah, trudge about
Through fair Verona. Find those persons out
Whose names are written there, and to them say
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
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Go, sirrah, trudge about
Through fair Verona. Find those persons out
Whose names are written there, and to them say
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
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Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS
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Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS
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PETER Find them out whose names are written here? It is written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil and the painter with his nets. But I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned in good time!
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PETER Find them out whose names are written here? It is written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil and the painter with his nets. But I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned in good time!
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Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO
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Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO
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BENVOLIO 45 Tut man, one fire burns out another’s burning.
One pain is lessened by another’s anguish.
Turn giddy, and be helped by backward turning.
One desperate grief cures with another’s languish.
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
50 And the rank poison of the old will die.
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BENVOLIO Tut man, one fire burns out another’s burning.
One pain is lessened by another’s anguish.
Turn giddy, and be helped 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.
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ROMEO Your plantain leaf is excellent for that.
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ROMEO Your plantain leaf is excellent for that.
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BENVOLIO For what, I pray thee?
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BENVOLIO For what, I pray thee?
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ROMEO For your broken shin.
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ROMEO For your broken shin.
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BENVOLIO Why Romeo, art thou mad?
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BENVOLIO Why Romeo, art thou mad?
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ROMEO 55 Not mad, but bound more than a madman is,
Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Whipped and tormented and—Good e'en, good fellow.
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ROMEO Not mad, but bound more than a madman is,
Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Whipped and tormented and—Good e'en, good fellow.
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PETER God 'i' good e'en. I pray, sir, can you read?
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PETER God 'i' good e'en. I pray, sir, can you read?
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ROMEO Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
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ROMEO Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
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PETER |
PETER |
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ROMEO Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
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ROMEO Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
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PETER Ye say honestly. Rest you merry.
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PETER Ye say honestly. Rest you merry.
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ROMEO Stay, fellow. I can read. (he reads the letter)
65 “Seigneur Martino and his wife and daughters;
County Anselme and his beauteous sisters;
The lady widow of Vitruvio;
Seigneur Placentio and his lovely nieces;
Mercutio and his brother Valentine;
70 Mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters;
My fair niece Rosaline and Livia;
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ROMEO Stay, fellow. I can read. (he reads the letter)
“Seigneur Martino and his wife and daughters;
County Anselme and his beauteous sisters;
The lady widow of Vitruvio;
Seigneur Placentio and his lovely nieces;
Mercutio and his brother Valentine;
Mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters;
My fair niece Rosaline and Livia;
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Seigneur Valentio and his cousin Tybalt;
Lucio and the lively Helena.”
A fair assembly. Whither should they come?
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Seigneur Valentio and his cousin Tybalt;
Lucio and the lively Helena.”
A fair assembly. Whither should they come?
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PETER 75 Up.
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PETER Up.
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ROMEO Whither? To supper?
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ROMEO Whither? To supper?
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PETER To our house.
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PETER To our house.
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ROMEO Whose house?
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ROMEO Whose house?
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PETER My master’s.
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PETER My master’s.
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ROMEO 80 Indeed, I should have asked thee that before.
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ROMEO Indeed, I should have asked thee that before.
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PETER 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!
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PETER 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!
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Exit PETER
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Exit PETER
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BENVOLIO At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s
85 Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so loves
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.
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BENVOLIO At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s
Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so loves
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.
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ROMEO 90 When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires,
And these, who, often drowned, could never die,
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun
95 Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
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ROMEO When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires,
And these, who, often drowned, 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.
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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 weighed
Your lady’s love against some other maid
100 That I will show you shining at the feast,
And she shall scant show well that now shows best.
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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 weighed
Your lady’s love against some other maid
That I will show you shining at the feast,
And she shall scant show well that now shows best.
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ROMEO I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown,
But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.
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ROMEO I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown,
But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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Original Text |
Modern Text |
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Enter CAPULET , County PARIS , and PETER , a servant
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Enter CAPULET , County PARIS , and PETER , a servant
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CAPULET But Montague is bound as well as I,
In penalty alike. And ’tis not hard, I think,
For men so old as we to keep the peace.
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CAPULET But Montague is bound as well as I,
In penalty alike. And ’tis not hard, I think,
For men so old as we to keep the peace.
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PARIS Of honorable reckoning are you both.
5 And pity ’tis you lived at odds so long.
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
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PARIS Of honorable reckoning are you both.
And pity ’tis you lived at odds so long.
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
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CAPULET 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.
10 Let two more summers wither in their pride
Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
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CAPULET 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.
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PARIS Younger than she are happy mothers made.
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PARIS Younger than she are happy mothers made.
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CAPULET And too soon marred are those so early made.
Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she.
15 She’s the hopeful lady of my earth.
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart.
My will to her consent is but a part.
An she agreed within her scope of choice,
Lies my consent and fair according voice.
20 This night I hold an old accustomed 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.
At my poor house look to behold this night
25 Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light.
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CAPULET And too soon marred are those so early made.
Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she.
She’s the hopeful lady of my earth.
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart.
My will to her consent is but a part.
An she agreed within her scope of choice,
Lies my consent and fair according voice.
This night I hold an old accustomed 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.
At my poor house look to behold this night
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light.
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|
Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
When well-appareled April on the heel
Of limping winter treads. Even such delight
Among fresh fennel buds shall you this night
30 Inherit at my house. Hear all, all see,
And like her most whose merit most shall be—
Which on more view of many, mine, being one,
May stand in number, though in reckoning none,
Come, go with me.
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Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
When well-appareled April on the heel
Of limping winter treads. Even such delight
Among fresh fennel buds shall you this night
Inherit at my house. Hear all, all see,
And like her most whose merit most shall be—
Which on more view of many, mine, being one,
May stand in number, though in reckoning none,
Come, go with me.
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Go, sirrah, trudge about
Through fair Verona. Find those persons out
Whose names are written there, and to them say
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
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Go, sirrah, trudge about
Through fair Verona. Find those persons out
Whose names are written there, and to them say
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
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Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS
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Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS
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PETER Find them out whose names are written here? It is written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil and the painter with his nets. But I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned in good time!
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PETER Find them out whose names are written here? It is written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil and the painter with his nets. But I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned in good time!
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Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO
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Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO
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BENVOLIO 45 Tut man, one fire burns out another’s burning.
One pain is lessened by another’s anguish.
Turn giddy, and be helped by backward turning.
One desperate grief cures with another’s languish.
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
50 And the rank poison of the old will die.
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BENVOLIO Tut man, one fire burns out another’s burning.
One pain is lessened by another’s anguish.
Turn giddy, and be helped 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.
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ROMEO Your plantain leaf is excellent for that.
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ROMEO Your plantain leaf is excellent for that.
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BENVOLIO For what, I pray thee?
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BENVOLIO For what, I pray thee?
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ROMEO For your broken shin.
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ROMEO For your broken shin.
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BENVOLIO Why Romeo, art thou mad?
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BENVOLIO Why Romeo, art thou mad?
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ROMEO 55 Not mad, but bound more than a madman is,
Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Whipped and tormented and—Good e'en, good fellow.
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ROMEO Not mad, but bound more than a madman is,
Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Whipped and tormented and—Good e'en, good fellow.
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PETER God 'i' good e'en. I pray, sir, can you read?
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PETER God 'i' good e'en. I pray, sir, can you read?
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ROMEO Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
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ROMEO Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
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PETER |
PETER |
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ROMEO Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
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ROMEO Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
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PETER Ye say honestly. Rest you merry.
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PETER Ye say honestly. Rest you merry.
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ROMEO Stay, fellow. I can read. (he reads the letter)
65 “Seigneur Martino and his wife and daughters;
County Anselme and his beauteous sisters;
The lady widow of Vitruvio;
Seigneur Placentio and his lovely nieces;
Mercutio and his brother Valentine;
70 Mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters;
My fair niece Rosaline and Livia;
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ROMEO Stay, fellow. I can read. (he reads the letter)
“Seigneur Martino and his wife and daughters;
County Anselme and his beauteous sisters;
The lady widow of Vitruvio;
Seigneur Placentio and his lovely nieces;
Mercutio and his brother Valentine;
Mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters;
My fair niece Rosaline and Livia;
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Seigneur Valentio and his cousin Tybalt;
Lucio and the lively Helena.”
A fair assembly. Whither should they come?
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Seigneur Valentio and his cousin Tybalt;
Lucio and the lively Helena.”
A fair assembly. Whither should they come?
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PETER 75 Up.
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PETER Up.
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ROMEO Whither? To supper?
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ROMEO Whither? To supper?
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PETER To our house.
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PETER To our house.
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ROMEO Whose house?
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ROMEO Whose house?
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PETER My master’s.
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PETER My master’s.
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ROMEO 80 Indeed, I should have asked thee that before.
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ROMEO Indeed, I should have asked thee that before.
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PETER 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!
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PETER 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!
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Exit PETER
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Exit PETER
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BENVOLIO At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s
85 Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so loves
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.
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BENVOLIO At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s
Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so loves
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.
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ROMEO 90 When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires,
And these, who, often drowned, could never die,
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun
95 Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
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ROMEO When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires,
And these, who, often drowned, 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.
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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 weighed
Your lady’s love against some other maid
100 That I will show you shining at the feast,
And she shall scant show well that now shows best.
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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 weighed
Your lady’s love against some other maid
That I will show you shining at the feast,
And she shall scant show well that now shows best.
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ROMEO I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown,
But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.
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ROMEO I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown,
But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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