_Seigneur_ Martino _and his wife and daughters, Countie_ Anselme _and his beauteous sisters, the Ladie widdow of_ Vtruuio, _Seigneur_ Placentio, _and his louelie Neeces_, Mercutio _and his brother_ Valentine, _mine vncle_ Capulet 60 _his wife and daughters, my faire Neece_ Rosaline _and_ _Liuia, Seigneur_ Valentio _and his Cosen_ Tibalt, Lucio _and the liuelie_ Hellena. A faire assembly, whether should they come? _Ser_: Vp. 65 _Ro_: Whether to supper? _Ser_: To our house. _Ro_: Whose house? _Ser_: My Masters. _Ro_: Indeed I should haue askt thee that before. 70 _Ser_: Now il'e tel you without asking. My Master is the great rich _Capulet_, and if you be not of the house of _Mountagues_, I pray come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merrie. _Ben_: At this same auncient feast of _Capulets_, 75 Sups the faire _Rosaline_ whom thou so loues: With all the admired beauties of _Verona_, Goe thither and with vnattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall shew, And I will make thee thinke thy swan a crow. 80 _Ro_: When the deuout religion of mine eye Maintaines such falshood, then turne teares to fire, And these who often drownde could neuer die, Transparent Heretiques be burnt for liers. One fairer than my loue, the all seeing sonne 85 Nere saw her match, since first the world begun. _Ben_: Tut you saw her faire none els being by, Her selfe poysd with her selfe in either eye: But in that Cristall scales let there be waide, Your Ladyes loue, against some other maide 90 That I will shew you shining at this feast, And she shall scant shew well that now seemes best. _Rom_: Ile goe along no such sight to be showne, But to reioyce in splendor of mine owne. [Sidenote: [SC. III.]] _Enter Capulets wife and Nurce._ _Wife_: Nurce wher's my daughter call her forth to mee. _Nurce_: _Now by my maiden head at twelue yeare old I_ _bad her come, what Lamb, what Ladie bird, God forbid._ _Wher's this girle? what_ Iuliet. _Enter Iuliet._ 5 _Iuliet_: How now who cals? _Nurce_: _Your Mother._ _Iul_: Madame I am here, what is your will? _W_: This is the matter. Nurse giue leaue a while, we must talke in secret. Nurce come back again I haue remembred 10 me, thou'se heare our counsaile. Thou knowest my daughters of a prettie age. _Nurce_: _Faith I can tell her age vnto a houre._ _Wife_: Shee's not fourteene. _Nurce_: _I'll lay fourteene of my teeth, and yet to my_ 15 _teene be it spoken, I haue but foure, shee's not fourteene._ _How long is it now to_ Lammas-tide? _Wife_: A fortnight and odde dayes.