O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Dost thou not laugh? Ben. Ro. Good heart, at what? Ben. No, coz, I rather weep. At thy good heart's oppression. Ro. Why, such is love's transgression.1 Griefs of my own lie heavy in my breast; Which thou wilt propagate, to have it press'd With more of thine: this love, that thou hast shown, Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Ben. [going. Soft; I will go along; love. 1 i. e. such is the consequence of unskilful and mistaken kindness. 2 Seriously. SHAK. XIII. M Ben. But sadly tell me, who. Groan? why, no; Ro. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will.Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!— In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. Ben. I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved. Ro. A right good marksman!—and she 's fair I love. Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit; That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Ro. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste; For beauty, starved with her severity, Cuts beauty off from all posterity. She is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair, Ben. Be ruled by me; forget to think of her. Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties. Ro. "Tis the way To call hers, exquisite, in question more: These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' brows, : Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A street. Enter CAPULET, Paris, and servant. Cap. And 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. both; Pa. Of honorable reckoning are you Pa. Younger than she are happy mothers made. Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early made. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she; My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. [Exeunt Capulet and Paris. 1 Possess. Ser. 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. Ben. 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 : guish : Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die. Ro. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that. Ro. For your broken shin. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad? Ro. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is; Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp'd, and tormented, and-Good-e'en, good fellow. Ser. God gi' good e'en.-I pray, sir, can you read? Ro. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. Ser. Perhaps you have learn'd it without book: |