In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.
Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed ;
Acquaint her here with my son Paris' love,
And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next,
But, soft; what day is this?

Par. Monday, my Lord.
Cap. Monday? Ha! ha! well, Wednesday is too

On Thursday let it be. O'Thursday, tell her,
She shall be married to this noble Earl.
- Will you be ready? Do you like this Haste?
We'll keep no great a do- a friend or two-
For, hark you, Tybalt being Nain so late,
It may be thought we held him carelesly,
Being our kinsman, if we revel much;
Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,
And there's an end. But what say you to Thursday?
Par. My Lord, I would that Thursday were to-

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.



Juliet's Cbamber looking to the Garden.

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Enter Romeo and Juliet, above at a window; a ladder

of ropes set.
ILT thou be gone? it is not yet near

It was the Nightingale, and not the Lark,
That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yon pomgranate tree :
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

Rom. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn,
No Nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east;
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountains' tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it,
It is some meteor that the Sun cxhales,
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Manila ;
Then stay a while, thou lhalt not go so soon.

Rom. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to deatli,
I am content, if thou wilt have it for
I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye,
'Tis but the pale refex of Cynthia's brow;
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
The vaulty heav'ns so high above our heads.
8 I have more care to stay, than will to go.
Come deach, and welcome ; Juliet wills it fo.

7 the pale refler~] The will to go.] Would it be appearance of a cloud oppoíed better thús, to the moon.

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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.

as eyes.

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.

Enter Nurse.

Nurse. Madam,
Jul. Nurse?
Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your cham-

The day is broke, be wary, look about.

[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 !

I must hear from thee ev'ry day in th' hour,
For in a minute there are many days.
O' by this count I shall be much in years,
Ere I again behold my Romeo.

Rom. Farewel: I will omit no opportunity,
Than may convey my greetings, love, to thee.

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.
Methinks, I see thee, now thou art below,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb :
Either my eye-light fails, or thou look'st pale.

Rom. And trust me, love, in mine eye fo do you: : Dry Sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu.

[Exit Romeo.

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:


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For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.

Enter Lady Capulet.
La. Cap. Ho, daughter, are you up?

Jul. Who is't that calls ? Is is my lady mother?
Is she not down so late, or up so early?
What unaccustom’d cause : procures her hither?

La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet?
Jul. Madam, I am not well.

La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
What, wilt thou wash him from his Grave with

An' if thou couldst, thou could it not make him live ;
Therefore, have done. Some Grief shews much of

But much of Grief shews ftill fome want of Wit.

Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
La. Cap. So fhall you feel the Loss, but not the

Which you do weep for.

Jul. Feeling so the Lors,
I cannot chuse but ever weep the Friend.
Lo. Cop. Well, girl, thou weep'ít not so much for

his death,
As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.

Juil. What villain, M:dam?
La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo.

Jul [file] Villain and he are many miles asunder.
God pardon biin! I do with all my Heart :
And, yet, to Man like he doth grieve my Heart.
L2. Cap. That is, because the Traitor lives.
Jul 31, M:dan, from the Reach of these my

Wonid, nene but I might venge my Cousin's Death!

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.


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