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34 ROMEO AND JULIET. Romeo. [To a Servingmrm'] What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight ? Servingman. I know not, sir. Romeo. 0, she doth teach the torches to burn bright ! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear ! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand. And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now ? Forswear it, sight ! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. Tijhalt. This, by his voice, should be a Montague. — Fetch me my rapier, boy. — What dares the slave Come hither, cover'd with an antic face. To fleer and scorn at our solemnity ? Now, by the stock and honor of my kin, To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. Ciipulet. Why, how now, kinsman ! wherefore storm you so ? Tybalt. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, A villain that is hithex come in spite. To scorn at our solemnity this night. Ctqmlet. Young Romeo, is it ? Tybalt. ■ 'Tis he, that villain Komeo.