She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; Let two more summers wither in their pride, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. PAR.Paris Younger than she are happy mothers made. CAP.Capulet And too soon marr’d are those so early made. Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she; She’s the hopeful lady of my earth. But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; And she agreed, within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice. This night I hold an old accustom’d feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love, and you, among the store One more, most welcome, makes my number more. At my poor house look to behold this night Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light. Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well-apparell’d April on the heel Of limping winter treads, even such delight Among fresh fennel buds shall you this night Inherit at my house; hear all, all see; And like her most whose merit most shall be; Which on more view of many, mine, being one, May stand in number, though in reck’ning none. Come go with me. Act 1, Scene 3 KEY THEME: FAMILY
She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; Let two more summers wither in their pride, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. PAR.Paris Younger than she are happy mothers made. CAP.Capulet And too soon marr’d are those so early made. Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she; She’s the hopeful lady of my earth. But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; And she agreed, within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice. This night I hold an old accustom’d feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love, and you, among the store One more, most welcome, makes my number more. At my poor house look to behold this night Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light. Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well-apparell’d April on the heel Of limping winter treads, even such delight Among fresh fennel buds shall you this night Inherit at my house; hear all, all see; And like her most whose merit most shall be; Which on more view of many, mine, being one, May stand in number, though in reck’ning none. Come go with me. Act 1, Scene 3 KEY THEME: FAMILY
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