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<LINE>While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,</LINE>
<LINE>Came more and more and fought on part and part,</LINE>
<LINE>Till the prince came, who parted either part.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>LADY MONTAGUE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?</LINE>
<LINE>Right glad I am he was not at this fray.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun</LINE>
<LINE>Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,</LINE>
<LINE>A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;</LINE>
<LINE>Where, underneath the grove of sycamore</LINE>
<LINE>That westward rooteth from the city's side,</LINE>
<LINE>So early walking did I see your son:</LINE>
<LINE>Towards him I made, but he was ware of me</LINE>
<LINE>And stole into the covert of the wood:</LINE>
<LINE>I, measuring his affections by my own,</LINE>
<LINE>That most are busied when they're most alone,</LINE>
<LINE>Pursued my humour not pursuing his,</LINE>
<LINE>And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MONTAGUE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Many a morning hath he there been seen,</LINE>
<LINE>With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.</LINE>
<LINE>Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;</LINE>
<LINE>But all so soon as the all-cheering sun</LINE>
<LINE>Should in the furthest east begin to draw</LINE>
<LINE>The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,</LINE>
<LINE>Away from the light steals home my heavy son,</LINE>
<LINE>And private in his chamber pens himself,</LINE>
<LINE>Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out</LINE>
<LINE>And makes himself an artificial night:</LINE>
<LINE>Black and portentous must this humour prove,</LINE>
<LINE>Unless good counsel may the cause remove.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>My noble uncle, do you know the cause?</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MONTAGUE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I neither know it nor can learn of him.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Have you importuned him by any means?</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MONTAGUE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Both by myself and many other friends:</LINE>
<LINE>But he, his own affections' counsellor,</LINE>
<LINE>Is to himself--I will not say how true--</LINE>
<LINE>But to himself so secret and so close,</LINE>
<LINE>So far from sounding and discovery,</LINE>
<LINE>As is the bud bit with an envious worm,</LINE>
<LINE>Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,</LINE>
<LINE>Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.</LINE>
<LINE>Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.</LINE>
<LINE>We would as willingly give cure as know.</LINE>
</SPEECH>


<STAGEDIR>Enter ROMEO</STAGEDIR>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;</LINE>
<LINE>I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>MONTAGUE</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,</LINE>
<LINE>To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.</LINE>
</SPEECH>


<STAGEDIR>Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE</STAGEDIR>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Good-morrow, cousin.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Is the day so young?</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>But new struck nine.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Ay me! sad hours seem long.</LINE>
<LINE>Was that my father that went hence so fast?</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Not having that, which, having, makes them short.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>In love?</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Out--</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Of love?</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Out of her favour, where I am in love.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,</LINE>
<LINE>Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,</LINE>
<LINE>Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!</LINE>
<LINE>Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?</LINE>
<LINE>Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.</LINE>
<LINE>Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.</LINE>
<LINE>Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!</LINE>
<LINE>O any thing, of nothing first create!</LINE>
<LINE>O heavy lightness! serious vanity!</LINE>
<LINE>Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!</LINE>
<LINE>Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,</LINE>
<LINE>sick health!</LINE>
<LINE>Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!</LINE>
<LINE>This love feel I, that feel no love in this.</LINE>
<LINE>Dost thou not laugh?</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>No, coz, I rather weep.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Good heart, at what?</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>At thy good heart's oppression.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Why, such is love's transgression.</LINE>
<LINE>Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,</LINE>
<LINE>Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest</LINE>
<LINE>With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown</LINE>
<LINE>Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.</LINE>
<LINE>Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;</LINE>
<LINE>Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;</LINE>
<LINE>Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:</LINE>
<LINE>What is it else? a madness most discreet,</LINE>
<LINE>A choking gall and a preserving sweet.</LINE>
<LINE>Farewell, my coz.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Soft! I will go along;</LINE>
<LINE>An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;</LINE>
<LINE>This is not Romeo, he's some other where.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>What, shall I groan and tell thee?</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Groan! why, no.</LINE>
<LINE>But sadly tell me who.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:</LINE>
<LINE>Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!</LINE>
<LINE>In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit</LINE>
<LINE>With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;</LINE>
<LINE>And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,</LINE>
<LINE>From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.</LINE>
<LINE>She will not stay the siege of loving terms,</LINE>
<LINE>Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,</LINE>
<LINE>Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:</LINE>
<LINE>O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,</LINE>
<LINE>That when she dies with beauty dies her store.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,</LINE>
<LINE>For beauty starved with her severity</LINE>
<LINE>Cuts beauty off from all posterity.</LINE>
<LINE>She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,</LINE>
<LINE>To merit bliss by making me despair:</LINE>
<LINE>She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow</LINE>
<LINE>Do I live dead that live to tell it now.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>O, teach me how I should forget to think.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>By giving liberty unto thine eyes;</LINE>
<LINE>Examine other beauties.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>'Tis the way</LINE>
<LINE>To call hers exquisite, in question more:</LINE>
<LINE>These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows</LINE>
<LINE>Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;</LINE>
<LINE>He that is strucken blind cannot forget</LINE>
<LINE>The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:</LINE>
<LINE>Show me a mistress that is passing fair,</LINE>
<LINE>What doth her beauty serve, but as a note</LINE>
<LINE>Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?</LINE>
<LINE>Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.</LINE>
</SPEECH>


<STAGEDIR>Exeunt</STAGEDIR>
</SCENE>

<SCENE><TITLE>SCENE II.  A street.</TITLE>
<STAGEDIR>Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant</STAGEDIR>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>But Montague is bound as well as I,</LINE>
<LINE>In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,</LINE>
<LINE>For men so old as we to keep the peace.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PARIS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Of honourable reckoning are you both;</LINE>
<LINE>And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.</LINE>
<LINE>But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>But saying o'er what I have said before:</LINE>
<LINE>My child is yet a stranger in the world;</LINE>
<LINE>She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,</LINE>
<LINE>Let two more summers wither in their pride,</LINE>
<LINE>Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>PARIS</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Younger than she are happy mothers made.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>CAPULET</SPEAKER>
<LINE>And too soon marr'd are those so early made.</LINE>
<LINE>The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,</LINE>
<LINE>She is the hopeful lady of my earth:</LINE>
<LINE>But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,</LINE>
<LINE>My will to her consent is but a part;</LINE>
<LINE>An she agree, within her scope of choice</LINE>
<LINE>Lies my consent and fair according voice.</LINE>
<LINE>This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,</LINE>
<LINE>Whereto I have invited many a guest,</LINE>
<LINE>Such as I love; and you, among the store,</LINE>
<LINE>One more, most welcome, makes my number more.</LINE>
<LINE>At my poor house look to behold this night</LINE>
<LINE>Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:</LINE>
<LINE>Such comfort as do lusty young men feel</LINE>
<LINE>When well-apparell'd April on the heel</LINE>
<LINE>Of limping winter treads, even such delight</LINE>
<LINE>Among fresh female buds shall you this night</LINE>
<LINE>Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,</LINE>
<LINE>And like her most whose merit most shall be:</LINE>
<LINE>Which on more view, of many mine being one</LINE>
<LINE>May stand in number, though in reckoning none,</LINE>
<LINE>Come, go with me.</LINE>
<STAGEDIR>To Servant, giving a paper</STAGEDIR>
<LINE>Go, sirrah, trudge about</LINE>
<LINE>Through fair Verona; find those persons out</LINE>
<LINE>Whose names are written there, and to them say,</LINE>
<LINE>My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.</LINE>
</SPEECH>


<STAGEDIR>Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS</STAGEDIR>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Servant</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Find them out whose names are written here! It is</LINE>
<LINE>written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his</LINE>
<LINE>yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with</LINE>
<LINE>his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am</LINE>
<LINE>sent to find those persons whose names are here</LINE>
<LINE>writ, and can never find what names the writing</LINE>
<LINE>person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.</LINE>
</SPEECH>


<STAGEDIR>Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO</STAGEDIR>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,</LINE>
<LINE>One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;</LINE>
<LINE>Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;</LINE>
<LINE>One desperate grief cures with another's languish:</LINE>
<LINE>Take thou some new infection to thy eye,</LINE>
<LINE>And the rank poison of the old will die.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>For what, I pray thee?</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>For your broken shin.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>BENVOLIO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Why, Romeo, art thou mad?</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>ROMEO</SPEAKER>
<LINE>Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;</LINE>
<LINE>Shut up in prison, kept without my food,</LINE>
<LINE>Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.</LINE>
</SPEECH>

<SPEECH>
<SPEAKER>Servant</SPEAKER>
<LINE>God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?</LINE>
</SPEECH>