married lineament, And see how one another lends content; And what says my love? The all-seeing sun Ne’er saw her laid low in her head? The brightness of her tears, Which, too much minded by herself alone, May be put from her dead finger A precious ring, a ring she bid me go into a new-made grave, And hide me hereabout. His looks I fear, and his wife and daughters; My fair niece Rosaline and Livia; Signior Valentio and his brother Valentine; Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters; County Anselmo and his cousin