The Feast of Capulet

Benvolio: At this same ancient feast of Capulet's.
 Sups the fair Rosalind whom thou so loves:
 With all the admired beauties of Verona,
 Go thither, and with unattainted eye,
 Compare her face with some that I shall show,
 And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
 Romeo: When the devout religion of mine eye,
 Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires:
 And these who often drown'd, could never die,
 Transparent heretics be burnt for liars.
 One fairer than my love, the all-seeing Sun,
 Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun.
 Benvolio: 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 seems best.
 Romeo: I'll go along no such sight to be shown,
 But to rejoice in splendour of mine own.