Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning

Benvolio
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is less'ned by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.Analogies

Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die

Romeo
Your plantain leaf is excellent for that.
Benvolio
For what, I pray thee?
Romeo
For your broken shin.
Benvolio
Why Romeo, art thou mad?
Romeo
Not mad, but bound more than a madman is,
Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Whipped and tormented, and—good e’en, good fellow.
Servingman
God gi’ good e’en. I pray, sir, can you read?
Romeo
Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
Servingman
Perhaps you have learned it without book.
But I pray, can you read anything you see?
Romeo
Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
Servingman
You say honestly. Rest you merry.