Act 1 Scene 2
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- But saying o'er what I have said before.My child is yet a stranger in the world.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
- Tut man, one fire burns out another's burning.One pain is lessened by another's anguish.Turn giddy, and be helped 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
- Not mad, but bound more than a madman is, Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipped and tormented and--
- Why Romeo, art thou mad?
- 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!
- At this same ancient feast of Capulet'sSups the fair of Rosaline whom thou so lovesWith all the admired beauties of Verona.Go thither, and with unattainted eyeCompare her face with some that I shall show,And I will make thee think thy swan a crow
- Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,Herself poised with herself in either eye.But in that crystal scales let there be weighedYou lady's love against some other maidThat I will show you shining at the feastAnd she shall scant show well that now shows best
- I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendor of mine own
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