Shakespeare's Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet

by William Shakespeare

Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam,

Hath not so [green], so quick, so fair an eye

As Paris hath. [Beshrew] my very heart,

I think you are happy in this second match,

For it excels your first; or if it did not,

Your first is dead, or 'twere as good he were

As living [here] and you no use of him.

Juliet. Speakest thou from thy heart?

Nurse.And from my soul too;

Or else beshrew them both.