Page 3141 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

And she agreed, within her scope of choice
Lies my consent and fair according voice.
This night I hold an old accustom’d feast [20]
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. [25]
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 female buds shall you this night
Inherit at my house. Hear all, all see, [30]
And like her most whose merit most shall be;
Which, on more view of many, mine, being one,
May stand in number, though in reckoning none.
Come go with me. (To servant.) Go sirrah, trudge about
Through fair Verona, find those persons out [35]
Whose names are written there, and to them say,
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.

Exeunt (Capulet and Paris).

SERVANT

Find them out whose names are written here. It is written that the
shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the
fisher with his [40] pencil, and the painter with his nets, but I am sent to
find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what
names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned. In good
time.

Enter Benvolio and Romeo.

BENVOLIO

Tut man, one fire burns out another’s burning, [45]
One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish;
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning.
One disperate grief cures with another’s languish;
Take thou some new infection to thy eye
And the rank poison of the old will die. [50]

ROMEO