1 Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
2 I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.
3 He made you for a highway to my bed, But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.
4 By my count I was your mother much upon these years That you are now a maid.
5 Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.
6 Heaven and yourself Had part in this fair maid, now heaven hath all, And all the better is it for the maid.
7 Be not her maid since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
8 Now will he sit under a medlar tree, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit As maids call medlars when they laugh alone.
9 Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men I will be civil with the maids, I will cut off their heads.
10 True, and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.
11 Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois'd with herself in either eye: But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against some other maid That I will show you shining at this feast, And she shall scant show well that now shows best.