Capulet Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well-apparelled April on the heel Of limping Winter treads — even such delight Among fresh fennel buds shall you this night Inherit at my house. Hear all, all see And like her most whose merit most shall be, Which on more view, of many, mine being one, May stand in number, though in reckoning none. Come, go with me. [To Servant, giving him a piece of paper] Go, sirrah, trudge about Through fair Verona; find those persons out Whose names are written there, and to them say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. Read more about popup_note_index_item 4494
Capulet Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well-apparelled April on the heel Of limping Winter treads — even such delight Among fresh fennel buds shall you this night Inherit at my house. Hear all, all see And like her most whose merit most shall be, Which on more view, of many, mine being one, May stand in number, though in reckoning none. Come, go with me. [To Servant, giving him a piece of paper] Go, sirrah, trudge about Through fair Verona; find those persons out Whose names are written there, and to them say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. Read more about popup_note_index_item 4493
