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Will you tell me that? [40]
His son was but a ward two years ago.
ROMEO
What lady’s that which doth enrich the hand
Of yonder knight?
SERVANT
I know not, sir.
ROMEO
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright.
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night [45]
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear -
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand, [50]
And touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight.
For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
T Y BALT
This by his voice should be a Montague.
Fetch me my rapier, boy. (Exit Boy.) What, dares the slave [55]
Come hither, cover’d with an antic face,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Now by the stock and honour of my kin,
To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.
CAPULET
Why how now, kinsman, wherefore storm you so? [60]
T Y BALT
Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe:
A villain that is hither come in spite
To scorn at our solemnity this night.
CAPULET
Young Romeo is it?
