Like powder in a skill lefs foldier's flask, And thou difmember'd with thine own defence. Nurfe. O Lord, I could have staid here all night long, To hear good counfel: oh, what learning is! My Lord, I'll tell my Lady you will come. Rom. Do fo, and bid my fweet prepare to chide. Hie you, make hafte, for it grows very late. [Exeunt. Cap. SCENE changes to Capulet's House. Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris. TH HINGS have fal'n out, Sir, fo unluckily, Look you, fhe lov'd her kinfman Tybalt dearly, 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 fhe is mew'd up to her heavinefs. Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a defperate tender Par. Monday, my Lord. Cap. Monday? Ha! ha! well, Wednesday is too foon, On Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her, She fhall be married to this noble Earl. Will you be ready? do you like this hafte ? 'Fore 'Fore me, it is fo very late, that we May call it early by and by. Good-night. [Exeunt. SCENE, Juliet's Chamber looking to the Garden: Enter Romeo and Juliet, above at a window; a ladder of ropes jet. Jul. WI ILT thou be gone? it is not yet near day: Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, I'll fay, yon gray is not the morning's eye, Ful. It is, it is; hie hence, begone, away: O now O now be gone, more light and light it grows. Rom. More light and light ?-More dark and dark our woes. Nurfe. Madam, Jul. Nurfe? Enter Nurfe. Nurfe. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber: O, by this count I fhall be much in years, Rom. Farewel: I will omit no opportunity, Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining foul. Methinks, I fee thee, now thou art below, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: Either my eye fight fails, or thou look'st pale. Rom. And truft me, love, in mine eye fo do you: Dry forrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu. [Exit Romeo. Jul. Oh Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what doft thou with him That is renown'd for faith? be fickle Fortune: For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, But fend him back. (25) And all these woes fhall ferve For fweet difcourfes in our time to come.] This very thought is exprefs'd by Virgil on a like occafion; -Forfan & bac olîm meminiffe juvabit. Eneid. I. v. 203. The learned Taubman, in his note on this passage, has amafs'd feveral fimilar quotations. Enter Enter Lady Capulet. La. Cap. Ho, Daughter are you up? Jul. Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother? Jul. Madam, I am not well. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your coufin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? An' if thou could'ft, thou could ft not make him live; Therefore have done. Some grief fhews much of love; But much of grief fhews ftill foine want of wit. Jul. Yet let me weep for fuch a feeling lofs. La. Cap. So fhall you feel the lofs, but not the friend Which you do weep for. Jul Feeling fo the lofs, I cannot chufe but ever weep the friend. [death, La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'ft not fo much for his As that the villain lives which flaughter'd him. La. Cap. That fame villain, Romeo. Jul. Villain and he are many miles afunder. God pardon him! I do, with all my heart: And, yet, no man like he doth grieve my heart. La. Cap. That is, because the traitor lives. Jul. I, Madam, from the reach of thefe, my hands:Would, none but I might venge my coufin's death! La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not: Then weep no more. I'll fend to one in Mantua, Where that fame banish'd runagate doth live, Shall give him fuch an unaccustom'd dram, That he fhall foon keep Tybalt company, And then, I hope, thou wilt be fatisfy'd. Jul. Indeed, I never shall be fatisfy'd With Roméo, till I behold him dead Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vext ? Madam, if you could find out but a man To bear a poifon, I would temper it; That Romeo fhould upon receipt thereof Soon fleep in quiet. -O, how my heart abhors |