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Romeo and Juliet, III. i

''Fri. L''. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.

Jul. As much to him, else is his thanks too much.

Rom. Ah! Juliet, if the measure of thy joy

Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more

To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath

This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue

Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both

Receive in either by this dear encounter.

Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,

Brags of his substance, not of ornament:

They are but beggars that can count their worth;

But my true love is grown to such excess

I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.

''Fri. L''. Come, come with me, and we will make short work;

For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone

Till holy church incorporate two in one.

Exeunt.

 

Ben. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:

The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,

And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl;

For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.

Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows that

when he enters the confines of a tavern claps

me his sword upon the table and says, 'God

 26 blazon: describe fitly

30 Conceit: imagination 