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; One desperate grief cures with another's languish. Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.
Romeo: Your plantain-leaf is excellent for that.
Benvolio: For what, I pray thee?
Romeo: For your broken shin.
Benvolio: Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
Romeo: Not mad, but bound more than a madman is; Shut up in prison, kept without my food; Whipp'd and tormented and--Good-den, good fellow.
Servant: God gi' good-den.--I pray, sir, can you read?
Romeo: Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
Servant: Perhaps you have learned it without book; but, I pray, can you read anything you see?
Romeo: Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
Servant: Ye say honestly; rest you merry!
Romeo: Stay, fellow; I can read. [Reads] 'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; County Anselme 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; Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio and the lively Helena?' A fair assembly; whither should they come?
Servant: Up.
Romeo: Whither? 
Servant: To supper; to our house.
Romeo: Whose house?
Servant: My master's.
Romeo: Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.
Servant: 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 a cup of wine. Rest you merry!
Benvolio: At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st, 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 think thy swan a crow.
Romeo: When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood then turn tears to fires; And these, who often drown'd could never die, Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
Benvolio: Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois'd with herself in either eye; But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against some other maid That I will show you shining at this feast, And she shall scant show well that now shows best.
Romeo: I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendour of mine own.
Exeunt.
SCENE III. A Room in Capulet's House
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse
Lady Capulet: Nurse, where's my daughter? Call her forth to me.
Nurse: Now, by my maidenhead at twelve year old, I bade her come. What, lamb! What, lady-bird! God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
Enter Juliet

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