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Show me a mistress that is passing fair; Exeunt.
What doth her beauty serve but as a note [235]
Where I may read who pass’d that passing fair?
Farewell, thou canst not teach me to forget.

BENVOLIO

I’ll pay that doctrine or else die in debt.

Scene II IT

Enter Capulet, Paris and a Servant.

CAPULET

But Montague is bound as well as I,
In penalty alike, and ’tis not hard I think
For men so old as we to keep the peace.

PARIS

Of honourable reckoning are you both,
And pity ’tis you lived at odds so long. [5]
But now my lord, what say you to my suit?

CAPULET

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 [10]
Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

PARIS

Younger than she are happy mothers made.

CAPULET

And too soon marr’d are those so early made.
Earth hath swallow’d all my hopes but she;
She is the hopeful lady of my earth. [15]
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
My will to her consent is but a part,