2. Scene II. A Street.
[Enter Benvolio and Romeo.]
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, and be holp 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.
Your plantain-leaf is excellent for that.
For what, I pray thee?
For your broken shin.
Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
Not mad, but bound more than a madman is;
Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.
God gi' go-den.--I pray, sir, can you read?
Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
Perhaps you have learned it without book:
but I pray, can you read anything you see?
Ay, If I know the letters and the language.
Ye say honestly: rest you merry!
Stay, fellow; I can read. [Reads.]
'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
County Anselmo 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; Livia; Signior
Valentio and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio and the
A fair assembly. [Gives back the paper]: whither should they
To supper; to our house.