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William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].

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Scene II. [Footnote: A street. ^note Enter ^note Capulet, Paris, and Servant.

Cap.
But ^note Montague is bound as well as I,
In penalty alike ^note; and 'tis not hard, I think, ^note
For men so old as we ^note to keep the peace.

Par.
Of honourable reckoning are you both;
And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

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

Par.
Younger than she are happy ^note mothers made.

Cap.
And too soon marr'd are those so early made ^note.
The earth ^note hath swallow'd ^note ^note all my hopes but she ^note,

-- 15 --

She is ^note the hopeful lady of my earth ^note ^note:
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart;
My will to her consent is but a part;
An ^note she agree ^note, within her scope of choice
Lies my consent and fair according ^note 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 ^note more, most welcome ^note, makes ^note my number more.
At my poor house look to behold this night
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light ^note:
Such comfort as do lusty young men ^note feel
When well-apparell'd April on the heel
Of limping winter treads, even such delight
Among fresh female ^note buds shall you this night
Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,
And like her most whose merit most shall be:
Which on more ^note view, of ^note many ^note mine being one
May ^note stand in number, though in reckoning none.
Come, go with me. Go, sirrah, trudge about
Through fair Verona; find those persons out ^note
Whose names are written there and to them say,

-- 16 --

My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. [Exeunt ^note Capulet and Paris.

Serv.

Find them out whose names are written here! It ^note 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 ^note whose names are here writ ^note, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned ^note. In good time.

Enter Benvolio and Romeo.

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

Rom.
Your plantain-leaf is excellent for that.

Ben.
For what, I pray thee?

Rom.
For your broken shin.

Ben.
Why, Romeo, art thou mad?

Rom.
Not mad, but bound more than a madman is;
Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Whipt and tormented and—God-den ^note, good fellow.

Serv.
God gi' god-den ^note. I pray, sir, can you read?

Rom.
Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.

Serv.
Perhaps you have learned ^note it without book: but,
I pray, can you read any thing you see? ^note

-- 17 --

Rom.
Ay, if I know the letters and the language.

Serv.
Ye say honestly: rest you merry!

Rom.
Stay, fellow; I can read. [Reads. ^note

‘Signior Martino and his wife and daughters ^note; County ^note Anselme ^note 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 ^note; Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio and the lively ^note Helena. ^note’

^note
A fair assembly: whither should they come?

Serv.
Up ^note.

Rom.
Whither?

Serv.
To supper ^note; to ^note our house.

Rom.
Whose house?

Serv.
My master's.

Rom.
Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.

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 ^note a cup of wine. Rest you merry!

[Exit. ^note

Ben.
At this same ancient feast of Capulet's ^note
Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest ^note,
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 ^note think thy swan a crow.

-- 18 --

Rom.
When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires ^note;
And these ^note, who, often drown'd, could never die,
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than my love! ^note the all-seeing sun
Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

Ben.
Tut ^note, you saw her fair, none else being by,
Herself poised with herself in either eye:
But in that ^note crystal scales ^note let there be weigh'd
Your lady's love ^note against some other maid
That I will show you shining at this feast,
And she shall scant show well ^note that now seems ^note best.

Rom.
I'll go along, no such sight ^note to be shown,
But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. [Exeunt. ^note ^note
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