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So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague:Fetch me my rapier, boy :-What! dares the slave Come hither, cover'd with an antick face, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and bonour of my kin, To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.
1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? wherefore storm
you so ?
Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;
1 Cap. Young Romeo is’t ?
'Tis he, that villain Romeo. 1 Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, He bears him like a portly gentleman; And, to say truth, Verona brags of him, To be a virtuous and well govern'd youth: I would not for the wealth of all this town, Here in my house, do him disparagement; Therefore be patient, take po note of him, It is my will; the which if thou respect, Show a fair presence, and put off these frowns, An ill beseeming semblance for a feast.
Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest; I'll not endure him. 1 Cap.
He shall be endur'd; What, goodman boy?-I say, he shall;-Go to;Am I the master here, or you ? go to. You'll not endure him!—God shall mend my soulYou'll make a mutiny among my guests! You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
1 Cap. You are à saucy boy :-Is't So,
indeed ? This trick may chance to scath 1o you;—I know what. You must contráry me! marry, 'tis timeWell said, my hearts :—You are a princox 11; go:Be quiet,
-More light, more light, for shame!I'll make you quiet; What!—Cheerly, my hearts. Tyb. Patience perforce 12 with wilful choler meet
ing, Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. [Exit. Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand
TO JULIET. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too
much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.
10 i.e. do you an injury. The word has still this meaning in Scotland. See vol. vi. p. 175, note 8.
11 A'pert forward youth. The word is apparently a corruption of the Latin præcox.
12 There is an old adage-Patience perforce is a medicine for a mad dog.' To which this is an allusion.
13 Juliet had said before, that 'palm to palm was holy palmer's kiss. She afterwards says, that 'palmers have lips that they must use in prayer.' Romeo replies, That the prayer of his lips was, that they might do what hands do; that is, that they might kiss.
Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers'
sake. Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I
take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd.
[Kissing her 14 Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg'd! Give me my sin again. Jul.
You kiss by the book. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with
you. Rom. What is her mother? Nurse.
Marry, bachelor! Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous : I nurs'd her daughter, that you talk'd withal: I tell you,—he, that can lay hold of her, Shall have the chinks. Rom.
Is she a Capulet? () dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
unrest. 1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards 15. Is it e'en so? Why, then I thank you all; I thank you, honest gentlemen 10; good night :
14 The poet here, without doubt, copied from the mode of his own time; and kissing a lady in a public assembly, we may conclude, was not then thought indecorous. In King Henry VIII. Lord Sands is represented as kissing Anne Boleyn, next whom he sits at supper.
15 Towards is ready, at hand. A banquet, or rere-supper, as it was sometimes called, was similar to our dessert. See vol, iii. p. 438, note 2. 16 Here the quarto of 1597 adds :
• I promise you, but for your company,
More torches here !—Come on, then let's to bed.
Jul. Come hither, nurse: What is yon gentleman ?
not dance ? Nurse. I know not.
Jul. Go, ask his name:-if he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague; The only son of your great enemy.
Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate !
Nurse. What's this? what's this?
A rhyme I learn'd even now Of one I danc'd withal. [One calls within, Juliet. Nurse.
Anon, anon :
Enter CHORUS 17.
to be his heir; That fair 18, which love groan'd for, and would die,
With tender Juliet match'd is now not fair.
17 • This chorus is not in the first edition, quarto, 1597. Its use is not easily discovered; it conduces nothing to the progress of the play; but relates what is already known, or what the next scene will show; and relates it without adding the improvement of any moral sentiment.'—Johnson.
18 Fair, it has been already observed, was formerly used as a VOL. X.
Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again,
Alike bewitched by the charm of looks'; But to his foe suppos'd he must complain,
And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks : · Being held a foe, he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; And she as much in love, her means much less
To meet her new-beloved any where: But passion lends them power, time means to meet, Temp’ring extremities with extreme sweet. (Exit.
SCENE I. An open Place, adjoining Capulet's
Enter ROMEO. Rom. Can I go forward, when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
[He climbs the Wall, and leaps down within it.
Enter Benvolio, and MERCUTIO.
He is wise;
way, and leap'd this orchard ? wall: Call, good Mercutio. substantive, and was synonymous with beauty. See vol. i. p. 228. The old copies read :
• That fair for which love groan'd for,' &c. This reading Malone defends. Steevens treats it as a corruption; and says, that fair, in the present instance, is used as a dissyllable. See vol. iii. p. 148, note 20.
See note on Julius Cæsar, vol. viii. p. 295.