Romeo:
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night like a fine jewel in a Ethiope's ear. Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows the snowy dove trooping with crows, as yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
Benvolio:
But, what of your love - Rosaline?
Romeo:
Did my heart love till now? Forswear the sight. I never saw true beauty till this night.
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