« AnteriorContinuar »
Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant.
Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both ;
Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before :
Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made.
Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early made.(6) Earth (7) hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, She is 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 agree, within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice. This night I hold an old accustom’d 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: Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well-apparell’d April on the heel Of limping winter treads, even such delight Among fresh female buds shall you this night Inherit at my house ; hear all, all see, And like her most whose merit most shall be: Such,(8) amongst view of many, mine being one, May stand in number, though in reckoning none. Come, go with me.-Go, sirrah, trudge about Through fair Verona; find those persons out
Whose names are written there (gives a paper], and to them
say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
[Exeunt Capulet and Paris. Serv. 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.
Enter Benvolio and Romeo.
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
Rom. Your plantain-leaf is excellent for that.
For your broken shin.
Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is;
Serv. God gi' god-den.— I pray, sir, can you read ?
Serv. Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I pray, can you read any thing you see?
Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
[Reads. “Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; 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 Rosaline ; Livia ; Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio and the lively Helena.”
A fair assembly [gives back the paper]: whither should they
Serv. 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. Ben. 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. Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars !
Ben. Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
SCENE III. A room in CAPULET's house.
Enter Lady CAPULET and Nurse.
Madam, I am here. What is your will ?
La. Cap. This is the matter,—Nurse, give leave awhile,
Nurse. Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,–
La. Cap. A fortnight and odd days.
Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year,
And since that time it is eleven years;
La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.
Nurse. Yes, madam ;-yet I cannot choose but laugh,
Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme
Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of.
Nurse. An honour! were not I thine only nurse, I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger than you, Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Are made already mothers: by my count, I was your mother much upon these years That you are now a maid. Thus, then, in brief;