ROMEO Your plaintain-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 mad-man is;
Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.
Servant God gi' god-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 any thing 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 Vitravio; 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!
[Exit]
BENVOLIO At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,
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.
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