Go, sirrah, trudge aboutthrough fair Verona, find those persons out whose names are written there, and to them say my house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
Lord Capulet is handing the serving man a list of people to invite to the Capulet feast
Lord Capulet and Paris exit while the serving man reads the list
Find them out whose names are writtenhere! It is written that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil and the painter with his nets. But I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned. In good time!
Enter Benvolio and Romeo already talking
Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning;one pain is lessened by another’s anguish. Turn giddy, and be helped by backward turning. One desperate grief cures with another’s languish. Take thou some new infection to thy eye, and the rank poison of the old will die.
For your broken shin.
Not mad, but bound more than a madman is, shut up in prison, kept without my food, whipped and tormented, and—good e’en, good fellow.
Your plantain leaf is excellent for that.
Why Romeo, art thou mad?
For what, I pray thee?
Enter serving man with the list of names
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God gi’ good e’en. I pray, sir, can you read
Perhaps you have learned it without book. But I pray, can you read anything you see?
You say honestly. Rest you merry.
Stay, fellow. I can read
Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
Romeo reads the list out loud
Signior Martino and his wife and daughters,County Anselme and his beauteous sisters,The lady widow of Vitruvio,Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces,Mercutio and his brother Valentine,Mine Uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters,My fair niece Rosaline and Livia,Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt,Lucio and the lively Helena.
My master’s.
To our house.
Up.
Now I’ll tell you without asking. Mymaster is the great rich Capulet, and, if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray come and crush acup of wine. Rest you merry.