Obrazy na stronie

Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me, , Feather of lead, bright smoke,cold fire, fick health!
And itole into the covert of the wood :

Still-waking icep, that is not what it is!
1, measuring his afections by my ow),— This love feel I, that feel no love in chis.
That moft are bused when they are moit alone, Dost thou not laugh?
Puri'd my humour, not pursuing his,

Ben. No, coz, I rather weep.
And gladly shunn d who glidly fled from me. Rom. Good heart, at what :

Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen Ben. At thy good heart's oppression. With tears augmenting the freth morning's desv, Rom. Why, such is love's tranfgression.Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep figis : Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; But all to soon as tlie all-chearing fun

Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prett Should in the furtheit eait begin to draw

With more of thine : this iove that thou haft shown, The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,

Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Away from light Iteals home my heavy fon, Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs ; And private in his chimber pens himself;

Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lover's eyes; Shuts up his windows, locks fair day-light out, Being vex'd, a lea nourish'd with lovers' tears : And makes himself an artificial night :

What is it elíc? a madness moft discreet, Black and portentous must his humour prove, A choaking gall, and a preserving Tweet. Unieis good countel may the caule remove. Farewel, my coz.

[Going. Ben. My noble uoclu, do you know the cause ? Ben. Soft, I will go along ; Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn it of him. An if you leave me fo, you do me wrong. Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means? Rom. Tu!, I have lost myself ; I am not here;

Mon. Both by myielf, and many other friends : This is not Romco, he's some other where. But he, his own affections' counsellor,

B». Tell me in sadness', who she is you love? Is to himself. I will not say, how true

Rm. What, shall I groan, and tell chee? But to himself fo secret and so close,

Ben. Groan? why, no ; So far from sounding and discovery,

But sadly tell me, who. As is the bud bir with an envious worm,

Rom. Bid a fick man in sadness make his will :Ere he can ipread his sweet leaves to the air, O word ill urg'd to one that is so ill! Or dedicate his beauty to the 12me.

In sadness, coufin, I do love a woman. Could we but learn from whence his forrows grow, Ben. I aim'd to near, when I suppos d you lov’d. We would as willingly give cure, as know. Rom. A right good marks-man ! and she's Enter Remso, at a dittance.

fair I love. Ber. See, where he comes : So please you, step Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

Rum. Well, in that hit, you miss: The'll not I'll know his grievance, or be much deny'd.

be hit Mor. I would, thou wert so happy by thy stay, With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit; To bear true Ihrift.-Come, madam, let's away. And, in Itrong proof of chastity well arm'd,

[Exeunt. From love's weak childish bow the lives unharm'). Ber. Good morrow, cousin.

She will not stay the fiege of loving termas, Rom. Is the day so young ?

Nor bid the encounter of atlailing eyes, Ben. But new truck nine.

Nor ope her lap to faint-seducing gold : Rom. Ay me! fad hours seem long.

O, she is rich in beauty ; only poor,
Was that my father that went hence so fast ? That, when the dies, with beauty dies hier store ?,
Ben. It was :---What sadness lengthe is Romeo's Ben. Then the hath sworn, that she will till
hours ?

[them fort.
live chaste?

[watte; Rom. Not having that, which, having, makes Ron.. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge Ben. In love?

For beauty, Itarv'd with her feverity, Rom. Out

Cuts beauty off from all posterity. Ben. Of love?

She is too fair, too wile; wisely too fair, Rom. Out of her favour where I am in love. To merit bliss by making me despair :

Ben. Alas, that love, lo gentle in his view, She hath forsworn to love ; and, in that vow, Should be fo tyrannous and rough in proof! Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.

Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is mutiled ftill, Ben. Be ruld by me, forget to think of her. Should, without eves, see pach-ways to his will ! Rom. O, teach me how I should forget to think. Where shall we dine ?-0 me!-What fray was Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes ; here?

Examine other beauties. Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.

Rom. 'Tis the way Here's much to do with hate, but more with love:-- To call hers, exquifite, in question more: Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate ! These happy maiks), that kits fair ladies' brows, O any thing, of nothing first created !

Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair ; O heavy lightnefs ! serious vanity!

He, that is itrucken blind, cannot forget Mit-hapen chaos of well-seeming forms! The precious treature of his eye-light lott:

afide ;

1 That is, tell me in seriousness. 2 Mr. Theobald reads, “ With her dies beauty's Rore." 3 i. e, the malks worn by female ipcétators of the play.


Shew me a mistress that is pafling fair,

One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; What doth her beauty serve, but as a note Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; Where I may read, who pass'd that paiiing fair? One desperate grief cures with another's languia: Farewell ; thou canst not teach me to forget. Take thou some new infection to thy eye, Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, 'r clle die in debt. And the rank poison of the old will die.

[Excunt. Rom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that. S CE N E II.

Ben. For what, I pray thee:

Rom. For your broken thin.
A Street.

Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
Enter Capulet, Paris, and Servant.

Rom. Net mad, but bound more than a na-na
Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I, Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, Whipt, and tormented, and --Good-e'en, good
For men to old as we to keep the peace.


{rea? Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both ; Sev. God gi' good e'en.--I pray, sir, can you And pity 'tis, you liv'd at odds so long.

Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my mierz. But now, my lord, what say you to my fuit ? Serv. Perhaps you have learn'd it without back:

Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before : But I pray, can you real any thing you see? My child is yet a stranger in the world,

Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the langrge. She hath not seen the change of fourteen years ; Serv. Ye say henestlys Reft you merry ! Let two more summers wither in their pride, Rom. Stay, fellow'; I can real. Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

[He reads :be 117.] Par. Younger than the are happy mothers made. · Signior Martino, and his wife, and Jarghiers; Cap. And too soon marr'd are those to early County Anfelm, and his beauteous filters; The made.

* lady widow of Vitruvio ; Signjor Placentio, 201 The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but the, “ his lovely nieces; Mercuto, and his brorer She is the hopeful lady of my earth 1 :

6. Valentine ; Mine uncle Capulet, his wife ad But woo her, gentle Paris, get ber heart, “ daughters ; My fair niece Rosaline; Lie; My will to her consent is but a part;

“ Signior Valentio, and his coulin Tybait ; Lady An the agree, within her scope of choice

" and the lively Helena.” Lies my consent and fair according roce. A fair aisembly ; Whither should they come? This night I hold an old accustom'd feait,

Serv. Ur: Whereto I have invited many a guest,

Ron. Whither to supper ? Such as I love ; and you among the store,

Sero. To our house. One mure, most welcome, makes my number more. Rom. Whole house? At my poor house, look to behold this night Sery. My master's. Earth treading Itars, that make dark heaven light : Rom. Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before. Such comfort as du lusty young men feel

Sero, Now I'll tell you without aixing: My When well-apparel'd April on the heel master is the great rich Capulet ; and if you be Of limping winter treads, even 1uch delight not of the house of Montagues, I prav, come ad Among fresh female buds shall you this night cruth a cup of wine 2. Rett you merry. Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,

Den. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's And like her mott, whose merit moft shall be : Suss the fair Rosaline, whom thou fo lor'ft; Such, amongst view of many, mine being one, With all the admired beauties of Verona : May 1tand in number, though in reckoning none. Go thither; and, with untainted eye, Come, go with me :---Go, firrah, trudge about Compare her face with some that I shall thow,' Through fuir Verona, find those persons out, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Whose names are written there ; and to them say, Ron. When the devout religion of mine eye My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. Maintains such falfhood, then turn tears to fires'

[Exeunt Capulet and Paris. And these,--who,often drown'd,could neverak Serw. Find them out, whose names are written Transparent hereticks, be burnt for liars ! here! It is written—that the shoemaker should One fairer than my love! the all-leeing fun meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his latt, Ne'er saw her match, fince first the world began. the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his Ben. Tut! tut ! you saw her fair, none elie bog nets; but I am sent to find those persons, whose Herself pois’d with herself in either eye: names are here writ, and can nerer find what But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd names the writing person hath here writ. I I mult Your lady's love 3 against some other mad to the learned : -In good time.

That I will thew you, shining at this fealt,
Enter Benvolio, and Romco.

And the shall scant ihew weil, that now shews bet. Ben. Tut, man ! one fire burns out another's Row. I'll go along, no such fight to be theon, burning,

But to rejoice in splendor of mine own. (From.

1 This is a Gallicism : Fille de terre is the French phrase for an heiress. 2 A cant expre which seems to have been once common among low people. We still lay to crack a boile. luidy's love is the love you bear to your lady, which in our language is commonly used for the jacy heilelf.



La. Cap. Enough of this ; I pray thee, hold

thy peace.
A Room in Capulet's
. House.


Nurse. Yes, madam ; Yet I cannot chüse but Enter Lady Capulet, and Nurse.

To think it should leave crying, and lay- Ay:' La. Cap. Nurse,,where's my daughter ? call her And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow forth to me.

A bump as big as a young cockrel's Itone; Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead, -at twelve

A par'lous knock; and it cried bitterly. year old,

* Yea,' quoth my husband, “ fall'st upon thy face? I bade her come. What, lamb! what, lady-bird ! Thou wilt fall backward when thou com si to age; God forbid !-where's this girl !--what, Juliet !

"Wilt thou not, Jule' it ftinted, and said.Ay.'

Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, fay I. Enter Juliet.

Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to Ful. How now, who calls ?

his grace! Nurse. Your mother.

Thou waft the prettiest babe that e'er I nursid : Jul. Madam, I am here; wliat is your will ? An I might live to see thee married once, La. Cap. This is the matter : Nurse, give leave I have my

wilh. awhile,

La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back again ; I came to talk of:-Tell me, daughter Juliet, I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel. How stands your disposition to he married? Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age. Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of.

Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. Nurse. An honour ! were not I thine only nurse, La. Cap. She's not fourteen.

I'd say, thou hadît suck'd wisdom from thy teat. Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,

La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now ;And yet, to my teen' be it spoken, I have but four,

younger than you, She's not fourteen : How long is't now to Lam- Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, mas-tide ?

Are made already mothers : by my count, La. Cap. A fortnight, and odd days.

I was your mother much upon these years Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, That you are now a maid. Thus then, in brief;-Come Lammas-eve at night, thall the be fourteen. The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. Susan and the, God reft all Christian souls !--- Nirje. A man, young lady! lady, such a man Were of an age.-Well, Suían is with God; As all the world - Why, he's a man of wax. She was too good for me : But, as I said,

La.Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower On Lammas-eve at night fall she be fourteen; Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower, That Thall the, marry ; I remember it well. La.Cap. What 1ay you ? can you love the gen. 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years ;

tleman? And she was wean’d, I never small forget it, This night you shall behold him at our feast : Of all the days of the year, upon that day : Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; Sitting i’the sun under the dove-house wall, Examine every several lineament, My lord and you were then at Mantua :

And see how one another lends content; Nay, I do bear a brain :--but, as I said,

And what obscurd in this fair volume lies, When it did taste the worm-wood on the nipple Find written in the margin 3 of his eyes. Of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool! This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To see it teachy, and fall out with the duc. [trow, To beautify him, only lacks a cover: Shake, quoth the dove-house : 'twas no need, 1 The fish lives in the fea; and 'tis much pride To bid me trudge.

For fair without the fair within to hide : And fince that time it is eleven years :

That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, For then she could stand alone ; nay, by the rood, That in gold clasps locks in the golden Story. She could have run and waddled all about. So Thall you share all that he doth pobiets, For even the day before, the broke her brow : By having him, making yourself no lets. And then my husband God be with his foul ! Nurfe. No less ? nay, bigger ; women grow by 'A was a merry man ;--took up the child ;

[love • Yea,' quoth he, dost thou fall upon thy face? La.Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris . Thou will fall backward, when thou bait more Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move :

But no more deep will I endart mine eye, • Wilt thou not, Jule ?' and, by my holy-dam, Than your consent gives Nrength to make it Ay. The pretty wretch left crying, and said-'Ay :'

Enter a Servant. To see now, how a jest shall come about !

Serv. Midim, the guests are come, suppe I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, serv'd up, you cail'd, my young lady ask'd for, the I never should forget it ; . Wilt thou not, Jule ?' nurse curs'd in the pantry, and every thing in ex. quoth he:

tremity. I must hence to wait ; I beseech you And, pretty fool, it stinted ?, and said — Ay.' follow straight.



3 The comments on an

1 i. e. to

my forrow. 2 1. e. it stopped, it forbore from wecping. cicat books were always printed in the margin.



La.Cap. We fullow thee.-- Juliet, the county I'll be a candle-folder, and look on 6, stays.

The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. Nurse. Go, girl, seck happy nights to happy Mer. Tut! dun's the moule 7, the contable's days.


own word :

If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire, SCENE IV.

Or (save your reverence) love, wherein thru itekst A Strett.

Up to the ears. Come, we burn day-ligte, bz.

Rom. Nay, that's not so. Enter Romeo, Miercutio, Benvolio, with five or fix

Me. I mean, fir, in delay svinjkers, Torch-biurers, and otbirs.

We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by dr. Rom. What, fhall this speech be spoke for our Take our good meaning ; for our judgment fits excuse!

Five times in that, ere once in our fine wits. Or shall we on without apology?

Rom. And we me.n well, in going to this mas; Ben. The date is out of such prolixity : But 'tis no wit to go. We'll have no Cupid hood-wink'd with a scarf, Mer. Why, may one ask ? Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,

Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night.
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper 2 ;

Mer. And to did I.
Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke Rom. Well, what was yours?
After the prompter, for our enterance :

Mer. That dreamers oa in lye.
But, let them measure us by what they will, Rom. In bed alleep ; while they do dream things
We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
Rom. Give me a torch 3,--I am not for this Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been WLA

She is the fairies' midwife ; and the comes
Being but heavy, I will bear the light. (dance. In shape no bigger than an agat itone

Mer. Nay, gentle Ronieo, we must have you On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Rom. Not I, believe me : you have dancing - Drawn with a team of little atornies 10

Athu'art men's noses as they lie atleep : Vith nimble fules; I have a soul of lead, Her waggon-Ipokes made of long (pinners' legs; so takes me to the ground, I cannot move. The cover, of the wings of grishoppers ;

Mer. You are a lover ; borrow Cupid's wings, The traces, of the smallest spider's web; And foar with them above a common bound. The collars, of the moonthine's traty beams :

Rom. I am too sore enpearced with his thaft, Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lath, cita: o foar with his light feathers; and fo bound, Her waggoner, a small grey-corted gnat, : cannot bound a pitch above dull woe :

Not half 10 big as a round little worm Vnder love: heavy burden do I fmk.

Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid: Mer. And, to fink in it, should you burden love? Her chariot is an empty hazel-out, 200 great oppreilion fır a tender thing. Made by the joiner squirrel, or old gruh,

Rom. Is love a tendir thing? it is too rough, Time out of mind the fairies' coat h-m.kers. Coo rude, too boitticus; and it pricks like thorn. And in this state the gallops night by night Mer. Ii love be rough with you, be rough with Through lovers' brains, and then diey dream: lore;

love :

(it-ght: Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. On courtiers' knees, that dream on cortie Give me a case to put niy vitage in ;

O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees :

[Putting on a mask. O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses creat; Avisor for a visor !What care 1,

Which oft the angry Mab with bluiters plagues, Whiat curious eye doth quote 4 deformities? Because their breaths with sweet-meats tain:ced are. Here are the beetle-brows thall bluth for me. Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nole,

Ben. Come, knock, and enter ; and no fooner in, And then dreams be of smelling out a fuit: But every man hetake him to his legs.

And sometime comes the with a tithe-pig's tad, Rom. A torch for me ; let wantons, light of Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, heart,

Then dreams he of another benefice : rickle the senseless rushes with their heels 5; Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, For I am proverbid with a grandire pbrale, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,

i It was a custoin observed by those who came uninvited to a masquerade, wi ha desire to conceal themselves for the lake of intrigue, or to enjoy the greater freedom of conversation, to preface ther Entry on these occasions by some speech in praise of the beauty of the ladies, or the gencrotity of the Entertainer; and to the prolixity of such introductions we believe Romeo is made to allude. :52 note 7, p. 957.

3 A torch-bearer seems to have been a conttant attendant on every troop of maits. · Toquote is to observe. s We have already observed, that it was anciently the custom toteu rooms with nkes, before carpets were in uie. The stage was also apciently itrewn wir s The proverb which Romeo means, is contained in the line immediately following : Tosarate candie, is a very common proverbial exprelion, for being an idle spellutor. 7 Dan's the 39k proverbial expreflion, the precile meaning of which cannot be determined.

8 Drata dan fué: 1 nire, ieems to have been a game. ? To turn dıy-light is a proverbialexpression, used when Caicies &c. are lotted in the day time. 10 Atomy is no more than an obsoletc fubstitute for alez,

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Of breaches, arnbusc idoes, Spanish blades, Enter Capul:1, &c. with the Garlts and the Mafiers.
Of henlehs five fathom deep; and then anon i Cap. Welcome, gentlemen! ladies, that hare
Drums in his ear ; at which he starts, and wakes;

their feet
And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, Unplagu'd with corne, will have a bout with you :--
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab, Ah h2, my mistrelles ! which of you all
That plats the maes of horses in the night; Will now deny to dance? The that inakes dainty, she,
And cakes the elf-locks in foul Nuttish hairs", I'll swear, hath corns; Am I come near you now !
Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodles. You are welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day,
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That I have worn a visor ; and could tell
That presses them, and learns them first to bear, A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
Making them women of good carriage.

Such as would please ;--'t gone, 'ois gone, 'tis gone :
This is the

You are welcome, gentlemen.--Come, musicians, Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ;

play. Thou talk'st of nothing.

i hall! a hall 5! give scom, and foot it, girls. Mer. True, I talk of dreams;

[Mufick plys, and they dance. Which are the children of an idle brain,

More light, ye knaves ; and turn the tables up, Begot of nothing but vain phantasy ;

And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
Which is as thin of substance as the air ;

Ah, firrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Nay, fit, nay, fit, good coulin Capulet ;
Even now che frozen borom of the north, For you and I are part our dancing days :
And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, How long is 't now, since last yourself and I
Turning his face to the dew-dropping fouth. Were in a maik?
Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from our 2 Cap. By ’r lady, thirty years. [much :
selves ;

i Cap. What, man ! 'tis not fo much, 'tis not so Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Tis fince the nuptial of Lucentio,

Rom. I fear, too early : for my mind misgives, Come pentecost as quickly as it will,
Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date

2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis inore : his son is elder, fir ;
With this night's revels; and expire the term His son is thirty.
Of a despised life, clos'd in my breast,

i Cup. Will you tell me that? By some vile forfeit of untime!y death :

His son was but a ward two years ago.
But He, that hath the steerage of my conrse, Ron. What lady's that, wlich doth enrich the hand
Direct my fail !On, lusty gentlemen.

Of vonder knight?
Ben. Strike, drum.

[Exeunt. Serv. I know not, fir.

Roni. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night
A Hall in Capulet's House.

Like a rich jewel in in Ethiop's ear:

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Enter Servants.

50 shews a snowy dove trooping with crows, I Serv, Where's Potpan, that he helps not to As yonder lady o'er her follows thows. take away ? he thift a trencher 2 ! he scrape a The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, trencher !

And, touching hers, make hat my rude hand. 2 Serv. When good manners Thail lie all in one Did my heart love 'till now? forfwear it, fight! or two men's fianus, and they unwath'd too, 'tis a For I ne'er saw true bauty 'till this night. fuul thing.

Tyb. This, by his voice', thould be a Montague :I Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove Fetch me my rapier, hoy :--What, dares the Nave the court-cupboard 3, look to the plate : good Conie hither, cover'd with an antick face, thou, save me a piece of march-paue +; and, as To fieer and scorn at our folemnity? thou lov'st me, li the porter let in Sufan Grind. Now, by the Atock and honour of my kin, Itone, and Nell.--- Antony! and Potpan!

To ftrike him dead I hold it not a fin. 2 Sero. Ay, boy ; ready.

I Cap. Why, how now, kiniman? wherefore I Serv. You are look'd for, and call'd for, alk'd

storm you so ? for, and fought for, in the great chamber.

Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe; 2 Saru. We cannot be here and there too. A villain, that is hither coine in spiglit, Cheerly, boys; be briik a while, and the longer To scorn at our folemnity this night. liver take all.

[Extuni. i Cap. Young Romeo is 't ? I This was a common superstition, and seems to have had its rise froin the horrid discare called the Placa Polonia 2 Trenchers were still used by persons of good fathion in our author's time. They continued common much longer in many public focieties, particularly in coda leges and inns of .court; and are fili retained at Lincoln's-Inn. 3 M. aning perhaps widt wie call at present the fide-board. 4 March-pane was a confection made of pistachio-nu s, monds, and sugar, &c. and in high eftcem in Shakspeare's time. It was a constant article ; !" delferts of our anceituase $ This exciamation occurs frequently in the old comcdies, and in casa pixke rua.

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