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Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom;
It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more.

Fri. 0, then I see that madmen have no ears.
Rom. How should they, when that wise men have no

Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.'

Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel :
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
Doting like me, and like me banished,
Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear thy

hair, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave. Fri. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.

[Knocking within. Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans, Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. [Knocking. Fri. Hark, how they knock —Who's there?—Romeo,

arise ; Thou wilt be taken :-Stay a while :--stand up;

[Knocking. Run to my study :-By and by :-God's will! What wilfulness is this? I come, I come. [Knocking Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your

will ? Nurse. [within.] Let me come in, and you shall know

my errand; I come from lady Juliet. Fri.

Welcome then.

Enter Nurse. Nurse. O holy friar, 0, tell me, holy friar, Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo ? Fri. There on the ground, with his own tears made

drunk. Nurse. O, he is even in my mistress' case, Just in her case!

· Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.] i. e. Talk over thy affairs.STEEVENS.


O woeful sympathy!
Piteous predicament !

Even so lies she,
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering :-
Stand up, stand
up; stand, an you

be a man: For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand ; Why should you fall into so deep an O?

Rom. Nurse!
Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir !-Well, death's the end of all.

Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
Doth she not think me an old murderer,
Now I have stain’d the childhood of our joy
With blood remov'd but little from her own?
Where is she? and how doth she? and what says
My conceald lady to our cancell'd love?

Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;
And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,
And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,
And then down falls again.

As if that name,
Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
Did murder her; as that name's cursed-hand
Murder'd her kinsman.-0 tell me, friar, tell me,
In what vile part of this anatomy
Doth my name lodge ? tell me, that I may sack
The hateful mansion.

[Drawing his Sword. Fri.

Hold thy desperate hand : Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou art; Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote The unreasonable fury of a beast: Unseemly woman, in a seeming man! Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both ! Thou hast amaz’d me: by my holy order, I thought thy disposition better temper’d. Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? And slay thy lady too that lives in thee, By doing damned hate upon thyself? Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth ? Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet In thee at once ; which thou at once would'st lose.


Fye, fye! thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit;
Which, like an usurer, abound'st in all,
And usest none in that true use indeed
Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit.
Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
Digressing from the valour of a man :
Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury,
Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish :
Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both,
Like powder in a skill-less soldier's flask,"
Is set on fire by thine own ignorance,
And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.'
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou slew'st Tybalt; there art thou happy too:
The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend,
And turns it to exíle; there art thou happy:
A pack of blessings lights upon thy back ;
Happiness courts thee in her best array;
But, like a mis-behav’d and sullen wench,
Thou pout’st upon thy fortune and thy love:
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her ;
But, look, thou stay not till the watch be set,
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.-
Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;

u Like powder in a skill-less soldier's flask, &c.) To understand the force of this allusion, it should be remembered that the ancient English soldiers, using match-locks, instead of locks with flints as at present, were obliged to carry a lighted match hanging at their belts, very near to the wooden flask in which they kept their powder.-STEEVENS.

x And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.) And thou tom to pieces with thine own weapons.--Jounson.

And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:
Romeo is coming.

Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all the night,
To bear good counsel: 0, what learning is !
My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.

Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.

Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir: Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.

[Exit Nurse. Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this ! Fri. Go hence: Good night; and here stands all

your state;
Either be gone before the watch be set,
Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence :
Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
And he shall signify from time to time
Every good hap to you, that chances here:
Give me thy hand ; 'tis late: farewell; good night.

Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
It were a grief, so brief to part with thee:



A Room in Capulet's House.

Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and Paris.
Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily,
That we have had no time to move our daughter:
Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
And so did I ;-Well; we were born to die.-
'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night:
I promise you, but for your company,
I would have been a-bed an hour ago.

Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo : Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.

here stands all you" state;] The whole of your fortune depends on this.--JOHNSON.

La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to-morrow; To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.

Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Of my child's love: I think, she will be rul'd
In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.
Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed ;
Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;
And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next-
But, soft; What day is this?

Monday, my lord.
Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,
O'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 ado :a friend, or two :-
For hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
It may be thought we held him carelessly,
Being our kinsman, if we revel much :
Therefore we'll have some half-a-dozen friends,
And there an end. But what say you to Thursday ?

Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.

Cap. Well, get you gone: -O'Thursday be it then :Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.Farewell, my lord.---Light to my chamber, ho! Afore me, it is so very late, that we May call it early by and by :-Good night. [Ereunt.


Juliet's Chamber.

Enter Romeo and JULIET.

Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;

mew'd up-] This is a phrase from falconry. A mew was a place of confinement for hawks.-STEEVENS.

a Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender-] Desperate means only bold, adventurois, as if he had said in the vulgar phrase, I will speak a bold word, and venture to promise you my daughter, Johnson.

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