2 Capulet. 'Tis more, 'tis more! His son is elder, sir;
His son is thirty.
Capulet. Will you tell me that?
His son was but a ward two years ago.
Romeo. [To a Servingman] [What lady is that], which doth enrich the hand
Of yonder knight?
Servingman. I know not, sir.
Romeo. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
[Her beauty hangs] upon the cheek of night