Scene II. A street.

           EnterCapulet,Paris,andServant

           Capulet:ButMontagueisboundaswellasI,

           Inpenaltyalike;and’tisnothard,Ithink,

           Formensooldaswetokeepthepeace.

           Paris:Ofhonourablereckoningareyouboth;

           Andpity’tisyoulivedatoddssolong.

           Butnow,mylord,whatsayyoutomysuit?

           Capulet:Butsayingo’erwhatIhavesaidbefore:

           Mychildisyetastrangerintheworld;

           Shehathnotseenthechangeoffourteenyears,

           Lettwomoresummerswitherintheirpride,

           Erewemaythinkherripetobeabride.

           Paris:Youngerthanshearehappymothersmade.

           Capulet:Andtoosoonmarr’darethosesoearlymade.

           Theearthhathswallow’dallmyhopesbutshe,

           Sheisthehopefulladyofmyearth:

           Butwooher,gentleParis,getherheart,

           Mywilltoherconsentisbutapart;

           Ansheagree,withinherscopeofchoice

           Liesmyconsentandfairaccordingvoice.

           ThisnightIholdanoldaccustom’dfeast,

           WheretoIhaveinvitedmanyaguest,

           SuchasIlove;andyou,amongthestore,

           Onemore,mostwelcome,makesmynumbermore.

           Atmypoorhouselooktobeholdthisnight

           Earth-treadingstarsthatmakedarkheavenlight:

           Suchcomfortasdolustyyoungmenfeel

           Whenwell-apparell’dAprilontheheel

           Oflimpingwintertreads,evensuchdelight

           Amongfreshfemalebudsshallyouthisnight

           Inheritatmyhouse;hearall,allsee,

           Andlikehermostwhosemeritmostshallbe: