The Feast of Capulet

Benvolio: At this same ancient feast of Capulet's.
Sups the fair Rosalind whom thou so loves:
With all the admired beauties of Verona,
Go thither, and with unattainted eye,
Compare her face with some that I shall show,
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

Romeo: When the devout religion of mine eye,
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires:
And these who often drown'd, could never die,
Transparent heretics be burnt for liars.
One fairer than my love, the all-seeing Sun,
Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun.

Benvolio: Tut you saw her fair none else being by,
Herself pois'd with herself in either eye:
But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd,
Your lady's love against some other maid:
That I will show you shining at this feast,
And she shall scant show well that now seems best.

Romeo: I'll go along no such sight to be shown,
But to rejoice in splendour of mine own.



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