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As is the bud bit with an envious worm
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,
We would as willingly give cure as know. [155]

Enter Romeo.

BENVOLIO

See where he comes. So please you step aside;
I’ll know his grievance or be much denied.

MONT AGUE

I would thou wert so happy by thy stay
To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let’s away.

Exeunt (Montague and Lady Montague).

BENVOLIO

Good morrow, cousin.

ROMEO

Is the day so young? [160]

BENVOLIO

But new struck nine.

ROMEO

Ay me, sad hours seem long.
Was that my father that went hence so fast?

BENVOLIO

It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?

ROMEO

Not having that which, having, makes them short.

BENVOLIO

In love? [165]

ROMEO