Shut up in prison, kept without my food,

Whipped and tormented and —

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.  

Let two more summers wither in their pride,ss

My will to her consent is but a part.

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.      

Whose names are written there, and to them say,

My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.

In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,

For men so old as we to keep the peace.

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; and Livia;

Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt,

Lucio and the lively Helena.'

A fair assembly. Whither should they come?

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!

But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.

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.

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.