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 25
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both 28
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; 32
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 36
Till holy church incorporate two in one.
ACT THIRD
Scene One
[A Public Place]
Mercutio, Benvolio, and men.
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. 4
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
