Ro: When the deuout religion of mine eye
Maintaines such falshood, then turne teares to fire,
And these who often drownde could neuer die,
Transparent Heretiques be burnt for liers.
One fairer than my loue, the all seeing sonne 85
Nere saw her match, since first the world begun.
Ben: Tut you saw her faire none els being by,
Her selfe poysd with her selfe in either eye:
But in that Cristall scales let there be waide,
Your Ladyes loue, against some other maide 90
That I will shew you shining at this feast,
And she shall scant shew well that now seemes best.
Rom: Ile goe along no such sight to be showne,
But to reioyce in splendor of mine owne.
[Sc. III.]
Enter Capulets wife and Nurce.
Wife: Nurce wher's my daughter call her forth to mee.
Nurce: Now by my maiden head at twelue yeare old I
bad her come, what Lamb, what Ladie bird, God forbid.
Wher's this girle? what Iuliet. Enter Iuliet. 5
Iuliet: How now who cals?
Nurce: Your Mother.
Iul: Madame I am here, what is your will?