[Enter Romeo, Mercutio, and Benvolio, along with several other partygoers on their way to Lord Capulet’s house for a masquerade, a formal costume party. Several are carrying lanterns suspended on poles to light their way.] Romeo What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without apology? Benvolio The date is out of such prolixity. We'll have no Cupid hoodwinked with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; But let them measure us by what they will, We'll measure them a measure and be gone. Read more about popup_note_index_item 657
Lady Capulet Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love? Juliet I'll look to like, if looking liking move. But no more deep will I indart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "look"
Lady Capulet So shall you share all that he doth possess, By having him, making yourself no less. Nurse No less! Nay, bigger — women grow by men. Read more about popup_note_index_item 655
Lady Capulet Examine every married lineament, And see how one another lends content. And, what obscured in this fair volume lies, Find written in the margent of his eyes. This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him, only lacks a cover. The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride For fair without the fair within to hide. Read more about popup_note_index_item 654
Lady Capulet What say you? Can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast. Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, And find delight writ there with beauty's pen. Examine every married lineament, And see how one another lends content. And, what obscured in this fair volume lies, Find written in the margent of his eyes. This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him, only lacks a cover. Read more about popup_note_index_item 653
Lady Capulet What say you? Can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast. Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, And find delight writ there with beauty's pen. Examine every married lineament, And see how one another lends content. And, what obscured in this fair volume lies, Find written in the margent of his eyes. This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him, only lacks a cover. Read more about popup_note_index_item 652
Lady Capulet The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. Nurse A man, young lady! Lady, such a man As all the world — why, he's a man of wax. Lady Capulet Verona's summer hath not such a flower. Nurse Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. Lady Capulet What say you? Can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast. Read more about popup_note_index_item 651
Lady Capulet How stands your disposition to be married? Juliet It is an honor that I dream not of. Nurse An honor! Were not I thine only nurse, I would say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat. Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "honor"
Nurse now to Lammas-tide? Lady Capulet A fortnight and odd days. Nurse Even or odd, of all days in the year, Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen. Read more about popup_note_index_item 649
Lady Capulet Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age. Nurse Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. Lady Capulet She's not fourteen. Nurse I'll lay fourteen of my teeth — and yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four — she is not fourteen. How long is it Read more about popup_note_index_item 648
