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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.

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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.

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I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,

But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.

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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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Ay, if I know the letters and the language.

Stay, fellow; I can read.

[Romeo reads]

'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; and Livia;

Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt,

Lucio and the lively Helena.'

A fair assembly. Whither should they come?

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God gi' good e'en. I pray, sir, can you read?
Perhaps you have learned it without book.

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And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.

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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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Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light.
May stand in number, though in reckoning none.

Whose names are written there, and to them say,

My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.

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For what, I pray thee?

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Your plantain leaf is excellent for that.

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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.

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But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart;

My will to her consent is but a part.

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Younger than she are happy mothers made.

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She hath not seen the change of fourteen years.

Let two more summers wither in their pride,ss

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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.

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Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is:

Shut up in prison, kept without my food,

Whipped and tormented and —