Benvolio: I aim'd so near when I suppos'd you lov'd.  
Romeo: A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.  
Benvolio: A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.  
Romeo: Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit
  With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit,
  And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
  From Love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
  She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
  Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,                        
  Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.
  O, she is rich in beauty! only poor
  That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store.  
Benvolio: Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?  
Romeo: She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste;
  For beauty starv'd with her severity
  Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
  She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
  To merit bliss by making me despair;
  She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow                       
  Do I live dead that live to tell it now.  
Benvolio: Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her.  
Romeo: O, teach me how I should forget to think.  
Benvolio: By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
  Examine other beauties.  
Romeo: 'Tis the way
  To call hers, exquisite, in question more.
  These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows,
  Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair.
  He that is strucken blind cannot forget
  The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.                    
  Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
  What doth her beauty serve but as a note
  Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
  Farewell; thou canst not teach me to forget.  
Benvolio: I'll pay that doctrine or else die in debt.
SCENE II. A Street
Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant  
Capulet: But 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.  

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