This night you shall behold him at our feast;
Read o’er the volume of young Paris’ face,
And find delight writ there with beauty’s pen.
Examine every married lineament,
And see how one another lends content;
And what obscur’d in this fair volume lies,
Find written in the margent of his eyes.
This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
The fish lives in the sea; and ’tis much pride
For fair without the fair within to hide.
That book in many’s eyes doth share the glory,
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
So shall you share all that he doth possess,
By having him, making yourself no less.

NURSE:
No less, nay bigger. Women grow by men.

LADY CAPULET:
Speak briefly, can you like of Paris’ love?

JULIET:
I’ll look to like, if looking liking move:
But no more deep will I endart mine eye
Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. Enter a Servant.

SERVANT:
Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady
asked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in extremity.
I must hence to wait, I beseech you follow straight.

LADY CAPULET:
We follow thee. [_Exit Servant._]
Juliet, the County stays.

NURSE:
Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. [_Exeunt._]

SCENE IV. A Street. Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers;

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