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In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.
Par. Monday, my Lord.
morrow. Cap. Well, get you gone on Thursday be it
then. Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed.. [TO Lady Cap. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day. Farewel, my Lord Light to my chamber, hoa ! 'Fore me. It is so late, that we may call It early by and by. Good night.
daughter will be ruled in all re Things bave fall'n out, Sir, jo fpects by him. We Mould read,
unluckily, Sir Paris, I will make a SEPA That we have had no time to RATE tender.
move our daughter. i.e. I will verture separately on
WARBURTON. my own head, to make you a Desperate means only bold, at. terder of my daughter's love vent'rous, as if he had said in withour consulting her. For Sir the vulgar phrase, I will speak a Paris was impacient, and cbc bold word, and venture to pro- . mother had said,
mije jou my daugbter.
SC EN E VII.
Juliet's Cbamber looking to the Garden.
Enter Romeo and Juliet, above at a window; a ladder
of ropes set.
Rom. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn,
Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it,
Rom. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to deatli,
7 the pale refler~] The will to go.] Would it be appearance of a cloud oppoíed better thús, to the moon.
i have more will 10 flay, than I bave mare care 10 f1y, than care to go? G 2
How is't, my Soul ? let's talk, it is not day,
Jul. It is, it is; hie hence, be gone, away. It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps. Some fay, the lark makes sweet division; This doth not so: for she divideth us. Some say, the lark and loathed toad chang'd eyes; 9 O, now I would they had chang’d voices too!
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting thee up with huntsup to the day. O now be gone, more light and light it grows. Rom. More light and light?---More dark and
dark our Woes.
9 0, now I WOULD they had ie the lark fings so harshly
chang'd voices tro.'] The that I now perceive the toad and sond having very fine eyes, and she have changed voices as well the lark very ugly ones, was the
WAR BURTON. occasion of a common saying This tradition of the coad and amongst the people, that the lark I have heard expreffed in a tond and lark had chang'd eyes.' rustick rhyme, To this the speaker alludes. But
To heav'n I'd fly, sure the need not have wished But the Toad beguild me of my that they had changed voices too. eje. The lark appear': to her untu "Since arm from arm, &c.] rable enough in all conscience : These two lines are omitted in As appears by what the said just the modern editions, and do not before,
deserve to be replaced, but as It is the lak that forgs so out they may shew the danger of of tune,
critical temerity. Dr: Warbur. Straining harsh discords and ton's change of / rould to I wot unpleasing Tharps.
was specious enough, yet it is This directs us to the right read- evidently erroneous. The sense ing. For how natural was it for is this, The lark, this day, has loft her after this to add,
her eyes to the road, a:d now I Some say the lark and loathed would be coad had her coice too, road change ejes.
fance pe ufes it to be difturbanks now I wor they bave of lovers. shang'd voices too.
[Exit Nurse. Jul. Then, Window, let Day in, and let Life out. Rom. Farewel, farewel; one Kiss, and I'll defcend.
[Romeo defcends. Jul. Art thou gone fo? love ! lord ! ah husband !
Rom. Farewel: I will omit no opportunity,
Jul. O think'st thou, we shall ever meet again?
Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses, in our time to come.
Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining foul.
Rom. And trust me, love, in mine eye fo do you: : Dry Sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu.
S CE N E VIII. Jul. Oh fortune, fortune, all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him That is renown'd for faith; be fickle, fortune:
For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
Enter Lady Capulet.
Jul. Who is't that calls ? Is is my lady mother?
La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet?
La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
Jul. Feeling so the Lors,
Juil. What villain, M:dam?
Jul [file] Villain and he are many miles asunder.
srocures her bisher?] equivocations are rather too artcris, for b.ings. WARB. fol for a mind disturbed by the 34, biruiti, fron--] Z ulice's lois of a new lover.