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She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still live chaste?
Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste;
Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her.
Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. [Ereunt.
'Tis the way
pliment to her majesty, who was not liable to be displeased at hearing her chastity praised after she was suspected to have lost it, or her beauty commended in the sixty-seventh year of her age, though she never possessed any when she was young. Her declaration that she would continue unmarried, increases the probability of the present supposition.-STEEVENS.
P with beauty dies her store.] She is rich in beauty; and poor in this cir. cumstance alone, that with her, beauty will expire; she will leave the world no copy.-MALONE.
wisely too fair, &c.] There is in her too much sanctimonious wisdom united with beauty, which induces her to continue chaste with the hopes of attaining heavenly bliss.—Malone. i . To call hers, exquisite, in question more:] More into talk; to make her unparalleled beauty more the subject of thought and conversation.-Malone.
• These happu masks,]—means no more than the happy masks, according to a form o. expression not unusual with the old writers.-MALOnB and TYRWHITT.
* What doth her beauty serve,] i.e. What end does it answer?-STEEVENS,
Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant.
Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both;
Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before:
Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made.
Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early made. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, She is the hopeful lady of my earth :" But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part;* An she agree, within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice. This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you, among the store, One more, most welcome, makes
number more. At my poor house, look to behold this night Earth-treading stars, that make dark heaven light: Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel When well apparell d April on the heel Of limping winter treads, even such delight Among fresh female buds shall
u She is the hopeful lady of my eurth:] This is a Gallicism : Fille de terre is the French phrase for an heiress.--STEEVENS.
* My will to her consent is but a part;] To, in this instance, signifies in comparison with, in proportion to.-STEEVENS.
y. young men]-are certainly yeomen. It is not a little singular that in a subsequent act of this play the old copies should, in two places, read “ young trees” and “ young tree" instead of yew trees and yew tree.--Ritson.
Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
[Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS. Serv. Find them out, whose names are written here? It is written that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the taylor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons, whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned :-In good time.
Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO. Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen’d by another's anguish;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish :
Rom. Your plaintain leaf is excellent for that."
For your broken shin.
. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is : Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp'd and tormented, and-Good-e'en, good fellow.
Serv. God gi' good e'en.-I pray, sir, can you read? 2 Inherit—} i.e. Possess, the common use of the word in the language of Shakspeare's age.
a Such, amongst view of many, &c.] This passage is not intelligible as it stands. The old folio reads, “ Which one more view of many,”—and this leads us to the right reading, which I should suppose to have been this :
Whilst on more view of many,” &c. With this alteration the sense is clear, and the deviation from the folio very trifling.--M. Mason.
b Your plaintain leaf is excellent for that.] The plantain leaf is a bloodstauncher, and was formerly applied to green wounds.—STEEVENS.
Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
Serv. Perhaps you have learn'd it without book:
Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the language.
[Reads. Signior Martino, and his wife, and daughters; County Anselme, and his beauteous sisters; The lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and his lovely nieces; Mercutio, and his brother Valentine; Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters; My fair niece Rosaline; Livia ; Signior Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena. A fair assembly; [gives back the Note.] Whither should
they come? Serv. Up. Rom. Whither? Serv. To supper; to our house. Rom. Whose house? Serv. My master's. Rom. Indeed, I should have asked you that before.
Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking: My master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry
[Exit. Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; With all the admired beauties of Verona : Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires !
Transparent hereticks, be burnt for liars !
crush a cup of wine.] This cant expression seems to have been once common among low people. We still say, in cant languageto crack a bolile. -STEEVENS.
Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by,
Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
A Room in Capulet's House.
Enter Lady CAPULET and Nurse. La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth
Madam, I am here, What is your will?
La. Cap. This is the matter:-Nurse, give leave awhile,
Nurse. ’Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
I'H lay fourteen of my teeth,
A fortnight, and odd days Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Come Lammas-eve at night, shall she be fourteen.
Your lady's love---] Your lady's love is the love you bear to your lady, which in our language is commonly used for the lady herself-Heath.
-teen--] i. e. Sorrow.