Benvolio. Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
Romeo. She hath, and [in that sparing makes huge waste;]
For beauty [starv'd] with her severity
Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
To merit bliss by making me despair;
She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
Benvolio. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her.
Romeo. O, teach me how I should forget to think.