, giving a 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. Exeunt Capulet and Paris .

Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning, One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another’s languish: Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.

Not mad, but bound more than a madman is; Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp’d and tormented and⁠—God-den, good fellow.

Stay, fellow; I can read. Reads.