ACT I.
2. Scene II. A Street.
(continued)
[Enter Benvolio and Romeo.]
Benvolio.
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.
Romeo.
Your plantain-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 madman is;
Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.
Servant.
God gi' go-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 anything 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 Anselmo and his beauteous sisters; the
lady widow of Vitruvio; 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. [Gives back the paper]: whither should they
come?
Servant.
Up.
Romeo.
Whither?
Servant.
To supper; to our house.
Romeo.
Whose house?
Servant.
My master's.
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