Fri. Arise, one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyfelf.

[Knock within. Rom. Not I, unless the breath of heart-lick Groans, Mist-like, infold me from the Search of Eyes.

[Knock. Fri. Hark, how they knock !-(who's there?)

Romeo, arise.
Thou wilt be taken-(stay a while)-stand up:

Run to my Study--(By and by)--God's will !
What wilfulnefs is this?- I come, I come. (Knock.
Who knocks so hard; whence come you? what's

your will ?

Nurse. [Within.] Let me come in, and you shall

know my errand : I come from Lady Juliet.

Fri. Welcome then.

Enter Nurse.

Nurse. O holy Friar, oh, tell me, holy Friar, Where is my lady's Lord? where's Romeo ? Fri. There, on the ground, with his own tears

made drunk. Nurse. O he is even in my mistress' case, Just in her case, O woful sympathy! Piteous predicament ! ev'n so lies ihe, Blubb’ring and weeping, weeping and blubbering.

ftand up ;-Stand, an' you be a Man: For Juliet's Sake, for her Sake, rise and stand. Why should you fall into so deep anRom. Oh, Nurse! Nurse. Ah Sir! ah Sir!--Death is the end of all.

Stand up,

7 So Hanmer. The other editions read,

W by Jaould you fall into fo dorp an oh?


Rom. Speak't thou of Juliet? how is it with her ?
Doth not she think me an old murderer,
Now I have stain’d the childhood of our joy
With blood, remov'd but little from her own?
Where is she? and how does she ? and what says
My conceal'd lady to our 8 cancell'd love ?
Nurse. O, she says nothing, Sir; but weeps and

And now falls on her bed, and then starts up:
And Tybalt eries, and then on Romeo calls,
And then down falls again.

Rom. As if that name,
Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
Did murder her, as that name's cursed hand
Murder'd her kinsman.Tell me, Friar, tell me,
In what vile part of this anatomy,
Doth my name lodge ? tell me, that I may sack
The hateful mansion.

[Drawing bis sword.
Fri. Hold thy desperate hand.
Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art.
Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote
Th’ unreasonable fury of a beast.
9 Unseemly Woman in a seeming Man!
And ill-beseeming Beast in seeming both!
Thou hast amaz'd me. By my holy Order,'
I thought thy disposition better temper’d.

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creature. For having in the firft
9 Women, &c.] This line faid, he was a woman in the
strange nonfense Mr. Pope threw shape of a man, he aggravates
out of his edition for desperate. the thought in the fecond, and
But it is easily reftored as Shake says, he was even a brute in the
Spear wrote it into good pertinent thape of a racional creature.

Seeming is used in both places, for
Unseemly Woman in a fleming feemly.


The old reading is probable.
An ill-beseeming Beasl in fiem. Thou art a beast of ill qualities,
ing GROTH!

under the appearance both of a
i. e. you have the ill-beseeming woman and a man.
pallions of a brute beast in the


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Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyfelf?
And flay thy lady, that in thy life lives,
By doing damned Hate upon thyself?
* Why rail'st thou on thy Birth, the Heav'n, and Earth,
Since - Birth, and Heav'n, and Earth, all three do

In thee at once, which thou at once wouldīt lose?
Fy, fy! thou sham'it thy Shape, thy Love, thy Wit,
Which, like an Usurer, abound'ft in all,
And useft none in that true use indeed,
Which should bedeck thy Shape, thy Love, thy Wit.
Thy noble Shape is but a Form of Wax,
Digressing from the Valour of a Man;
Thy dear Love sworn, but hollow Perjury,
Killing that Love, which thou hast vow'd to cherish.
Thy Wit, that Ornament to Shape and Love,
Mil-Shapen in the Conduct of them both,
Like Powder in a skill-lefs Soldier's Flask,
Is set on Fire by thine own Ignorance,
? And thou dismember'd with thine own Defense,
What, rouse thee, man, thy Juliet is alive,


Why rail'll thou, &c.] These large patrimony. But by fuicide were again thrown out by Mr. he would disgrace the first, offend Pope, and for the same reason: the second, and forego the enBut they are eafily set right. We joyment of the third. Atone is should read,

frequently ufed by Shakespear in Since Birth, and Heav'n, and the sense of, to agree, be friendly

Earth, all three so meet, together, &c. So in, As you like In the A TONE ; which then at it, once would loje.

Then is there mirth in Heav'n i. k. Why rail you at your Birth When earthly things made even and at Heaven, and Earth, which ATONE together.

WARE. are all fo meet, or auspicious to The alteration makes no imyou: And all three your friends, provement. The meaning is the (all three in thee alone] and yet same in the common reading you would lose them all by one better expressed. rah fitroke. Why he said, 2 And thou dismember'd with Birth, Heaven, and Earth, all thine own defence. ] And ihree alone-----was because Ro. thou torn to pieces with thy own meo was of noble birth, of vir; weapons, tuous dispositions, and heir to a


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For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead:
There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou New'st Tybalt; there thou’rt happy too.
The law, that threatned death, became thy friend,
And turn'd it to exile ; there art thou happy;
A pack of blessings light upon thy back,
Happiness courts thee in her best array,
But, like a misbehav'd and sullen wench,
Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love.
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
But, look, thou stay not 'till the watch be set;
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua,
Where thou shalt live, 'till we can find a time
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
Beg pardon of thy Prince, and call thee back
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy,
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation,
Go before, nurse. Commend me to thy lady,
And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
Which heavy forrow makes them apt unto.
Romeo is coming
Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all night

To hear good counsel. Oh, what Learning is !
My Lord, I'll tell my Lady you will come.

Rom. Do so, and bid my Sweet prepare to chide.

Nurse. Here, Sir, a ring the bid me give you, Sir:
Hie you, make haite, for it grows very late.

Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this !
fri. Go hence. Good night. And + here stands

Either begone before the watch be fet,
Or by the break of day, disguis’d from hence.

3 Ghence. Good night, &c.] 4- here fiands all your fate;] These three lines are omitted The whole of your fortune dein all the modern cd cions. pends on this.


all your

Sojourn in Mantua ; I'll find out your man,
And he shall signify from time to time
Every good hap to you, that chances here.
Give me thy hand, 'Tis late. Farewell. Good night.

Rom. But that a joy, past joy, calls out on me,
It were a grief, so brief to part with thee. [Exeunt.

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Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris. Cap. HINGS have fallen out, Sir, so unlucki.

ly, That we have had no time to move our daughter. Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I.--Well, we were born to die. 'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night. I promise you, but for your Company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago.

Par. These times of woe afford no time to wooe. Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter. La. Cap. I will, and know her Mind early to

morrow; To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.

Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Of my child's love. I think, she will be ruld


5 Scene VI.] Some few ne. ment both to Sir Paris and his cellary verses are omitted in this Daughter: As if there were small scene according to the oldest edi- hopes of her ever proving good tions.

Pope. for any thing. For he could not 6 Sir Paris, I will make a Des- call the tender, desperate on the PERATE tender

little prospect there was of his of my child's love.-) This performing his engagement, bewas but an indifferent compli- cause he is sure, he lays, that his Vol. VIII.


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