_Rom._ Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit[108] With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit, And in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.[109] She will not stay the siege of loving terms, 210 Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,[110] Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:[111] O, she is rich in beauty, only poor That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store.[112] _Ben._ Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? 215 _Rom._ She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste;[113] For beauty, starved with her severity,[114] Cuts beauty off from all posterity. She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,[115] To merit bliss by making me despair: 220 She hath forsworn to love; and in that vow Do I live dead, that live to tell it now. _Ben._ Be ruled by me, forget to think of her. _Rom._ O, teach me how I should forget to think. _Ben._ By giving liberty unto thine eyes;[116] 225 Examine other beauties.[117] _Rom._ 'Tis the way[117][118] To call hers, exquisite, in question more:[119] These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows,[120] Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair; He that is strucken blind cannot forget[121] 230 The precious treasure of his eyesight lost: Show me a mistress that is passing fair, What doth her beauty serve but as a note[122] Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?[123] Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget. 235 _Ben._ I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _A street._[124] _Enter_ CAPULET, PARIS, _and_ Servant.[125] _Cap._ But Montague is bound as well as I,[126][127] In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,[127][128] For men so old as we to keep the peace.[129] _Par._ Of honourable reckoning are you both; And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long. 5 But now, my lord, what say you to my suit? _Cap._ But saying o'er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world; She hath not seen the change of fourteen years: Let two more summers wither in their pride 10 Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. _Par._ Younger than she are happy mothers made.[130]