Serv. My master's.
Rom. Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.
Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is
the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of
Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest[166] 80
you merry![167] [Exit.
Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's[168]
Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,[169]
With all the admired beauties of Verona:
Go thither, and with unattainted eye 85
Compare her face with some that I shall show,
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.[170]
Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;[171]
And these, who, often drown'd, could never die,[172] 90
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun[173]
Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
Ben. Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,[174]
Herself poised with herself in either eye: 95
But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd[175]
Your lady's love against some other maid[176]
That I will show you shining at this feast,
And she shall scant show well that now seems best.[177]
Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,[178] 100
But to rejoice in splendour of mine own.[179] [Exeunt.
Scene III. A room in Capulet's house.[180]
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.[181]
La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.[182]