Benvolio (Gangle): Good-morrow, cousin.
ROMEO (Gustave): Is the day so young?
BENVOLIO: But new struck nine.
ROMEO: Ay me! Sad hours seem long
Was that my father that went hence so fast?
BENVOLIO: It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
ROMEO: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
BENVOLIO: In love?
ROMEO: Out—
BENVOLIO: Of love?
ROMEO: Out of her favor, where I am in love.
BENVOLIO: Alas, that love, so gentle in his view. Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
ROMEO: Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still. Should without eyes, see pathways to his will!
Farewell, my coz.
BENVOLIO: Soft! I will go along; an if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
ROMEO: Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
BENVOLIO: Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.
ROMEO: What, shall I groan and tell thee?
BENVOLIO: Groan! Why, no. But sadly tell me who.
ROMEO: Bid a sick man in sadness make his will: Ah, word ill urge to one that is so ill!
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
BENVOLIO: I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.
ROMEO: A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.
BENVOLIO: Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.
ROMEO: O, teach me how I should forget to think.
BENVOLIO: By giving the liberty unto thine eyes; Examind other beauties.
ROMEO: Show me a mistress that is passing fair, what doth her beauty serve, but as a note where I may read who pass'd that passing fair? Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
BENVOLIO: I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.