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Fri. Arise, one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyfelf.

(Knock within. Rom. Not I, unless the breath of heart-fick Groans, Mist-like, infold me from the Search of Eyes.

[Knock. Fri. Hark, how they knock !-(who's there?)

Romeo, arise.
Thou wilt be taken-(stay a while)-stard up :

Run to my Study--(By and by)-God's will !
What wilfulnefs is this? I come, I come. (Knock.
Who knocks so hard; whence come you? what's

your will?

Nurse. [Within.] Let me come in, and


Thall know my errand : I come from Lady Juliet,

Fri. Welcome then.

Enter Nurse.

Nurse. O holy Friar, oh, 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' cafe,
Just in her case, O woful sympathy!
Piteous predicament ! ev'n so lies ihe,
Blubb'ring and weeping, weeping and blubbering.


up ; Stand, an' you be a Man: For Juliet's Sake, for her Sake, rise and stand. • Why should


fall into so deep an Rom. Oh, Nurse! Nurse. Ah Sir! ah Sir! ~Death is the end of all.

So Hanmer. The other editions read,

Why foould you fall into so deep an ob ?


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Rom. Speak’ft thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
Doth not The think me an old murderer,
Now I have staind the childhood of our joy
With blood, remov'd but little from her own ?
Where is she ? and how does she ? and what fays.
My conceald lady to our cancell'd love?
Nurse. O, she says nothing, Sir; but weeps and

And now falls on her bed, and then starts up;
And Tybalt cries, and then on Romeo calls,
And then down falls again.

Rom. 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. 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
Th' unreasonable fury of a beast.
9 Unseemly Woman in a seeming Man!
And ill-beseeming Beast in seeming both!
Thou hast amaz'd me. By my holy Order,'
I thought thy disposition better temper'd.




& -cancell'd love ?] The folio well-feeming shape of a rational reads conceal'd love.

creature. For having in the first 9 Un eemly Woman, &c.] This line faid, he was a woman in the ftrange nonsense Mr. Pope threw shape of a man, he aggravates out of his edition for desperate. the thought in the fecond, and But it is easily restored as Shake fays, he was even a brate in the Jpear wrote it into good pertinent ihape of a rational creature. sense.

Seeming is used in both places, for
Unseemly Woman in a fieming Seemly.


The old reading is probable. An ill-beseeming Beast in fien. Thou art a beast of ill qualities, ing GROTH!

under the appearance both of a i. e. you have the ill-beseeming woman and a man. pallions of a brute beat in the


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Haft thou Nain Tybalt ? wilt thou Nay thyself?
And May thy lady, that in thy life lives,
By doing damned Hate upon thyself?

Why rail'ft thou on thy Birth, the Heav'n, and Earth, Since Birth; and Heav'n, and Earth, all three do

meet In thee at once, which thou at once wouldst lose? Fy, fy! thou sham'st thy Shape, thy Love, thy Wit, Which, like an Usurer, abound'it in all, And useft 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 haft 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, 2 And thou dismember'd with thine own Defense. What, rouse thee, man, thy Juliet is alive,

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Why rail thou, &c.] These large patrimony. But by suicide were again thrown out by Mr. he would disgrace the first, offend Pope, and for the same reason: the second, and forego the enBut they are easily set right. We joyment of the third Atone is fhould read,

frequently used by Shakespear in Since Birth, and Heav'n, and the sense of, to agree, be friendly

Earth, all three so meet, together, &c. So in, As you like In thee A TONE; which then at it, once would lose,

Then is there mirth in Heav'n 3. e. Why rail

you your

Birth When earthly things made ever and at Heaven, and Earth, which ATONE together. are all fo meet, or auspicious to

The alteration makes no im. you : And all three your friends, provement. The meaning is the (all three in thee atone] and yet same in the common reading you would lose them all by one better expressed. Fath Jitroke. Why he said, 2 And thou dismember'd with Birth, Heaven, and Earth, all thine own defence. ] And three alone—was because Ro. thou torn to pieces with thy own meo was of noble birth, of vire weapons. tuous dispositions, and heir to a



For whose dear fake thou wast but lately dead:
There art thou happy., Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou New'tt Tybalt į there thou’rt happy too.
The law, that threatņed death, became thy friend,
And turn’d it to exile, there art thou happy;
A pack of blesings light upon thy back,
Happiness courts thee in her beft array,
But, like a misbehav'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 chainber, hence and comfort her:
But, look, thou stay not 'till the watch be fet,
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 thy 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,
And bid her haften all the house to bed,
Which heavy forrow makes them apt unto.
Romeo is coming
Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all night

To hear good counsel. Oh, 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 hafte, for it grows very late.

Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this ! fri. Go hence. Good night. And 4 here stands

all your state; Either begone before the watch be fet, Or by the break of day, disguis'd from hence.

3 Go bence. Good night, &c.] 4-here fan's all your fate;] These three lines are omitted The whole of your fortune dein all the modern editions. pends on this.


Sojourn in Mantua ; I'll find out your man,
And he shall fignify 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. [Exeunt.


Changes to Capulet's House.

Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris.



HINGS have fallen out, Sir, so unlucki.

That we have had no time to move our daughter.

The 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 wooe. Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter. La. Cap. I will, and know her Mind early to

morrow; To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.

Cap. Sir Poris, I will make a desperate tender Of my child's love. I think, she will be ruld



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5 Scene VI.] Some few ne. ment both to Sir Paris and his ceffary verses are omitted in this Daughter: As if there were small scene according to the oldest edi- hopes of her ever proving good tions.

Pope. for any thing. For he could not 6 Sir Paris, I will make a Das call the tender, desperate on the PERATE tender

little prospect there was of his Of my child's love.-) This performing his engagement, bewas but an indifferent compli- cause he is sure, he says, that his VOL. VIII.



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