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; 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,