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. 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.-- 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, Torch-bearers, and others Romeo: What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without apology? Benvolio: The date is out of such prolixity. We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke After the prompter, for our entrance. But let them measure us by what they will, We'll measure them a measure, and be gone._Romeo._ Give me a torch; I am not for this ambling. Being but heavy, I will bear the light. _Mercutio._ Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. _Romeo._ Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoes With nimble soles; I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. _Mercutio._ You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, And soar with them above a common bound. _Romeo._ I am too sore enpierced with his shaft To soar with his light feathers, and, so bound, I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe; Under love's heavy burden do I sink. _Mercutio._ And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Too great oppression for a tender thing. _Romeo._ Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
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