Ne’er saw her match no one can compete with her beauty
BENVOLIO
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.
Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself poised 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.
ROMEO
I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendour of mine own.
