Serv. Find them out whose names are written here![144]
It is written that the shoemaker should meddle with his[144]
yard and the tailer with his last, the fisher with his pencil 40
and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those
persons whose names are here writ, and can never find[145]
what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to[146]
the learned. In good time.[146]
Enter Benvolio and Romeo.
Ben. Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,[147] 45
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;[148]
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;[149]
One desperate grief cures with another's languish:[150]
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,[151]
And the rank poison of the old will die. 50
Rom. Your plantain-leaf is excellent for that.
Ben. For what, I pray thee?
Rom. For your broken shin.
Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is;
Shut up in prison, kept without my food, 55
Whipt and tormented and—God-den, good fellow.[152]
Serv. God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?[153]
Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.