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.