La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower.[207]
Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.
La. Cap. What say you? can you love the gentleman?[207][229]80
This night you shall behold him at our feast:[229]
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,[229][230]
And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;[229]
Examine every married lineament,[229][231]
And see how one another lends content;[229] 85
And what obscured in this fair volume lies[229]
Find written in the margent of his eyes.[229]
This precious book of love, this unbound lover,[229]
To beautify him, only lacks a cover:[229]
The fish lives in the sea; and 'tis much pride[229][232] 90
For fair without the fair within to hide:[229][233]
That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,[229][234]
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story:[229]
So shall you share all that he doth possess,[229]
By having him making yourself no less.[229] 95
Nurse. No less! nay, bigger: women grow by men.[229][235]
La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?[207]
Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
But no more deep will I endart mine eye[236]
Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.[237] 100
Enter a Servingman.
Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up,
you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in
the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to
wait; I beseech you, follow straight.
La. Cap. We follow thee. [Exit Servingman.] Juliet,[238]
the county stays.[239][240] 105
Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.[239]