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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?)
Nurse. [Within.] Let me come in, and
Thall know my errand : I come from Lady Juliet,
Fri. Welcome then.
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
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.
Why foould you fall into so deep an ob ?
Rom. Speak’ft thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
Rom. As if that name,
sack The hateful mansion.
[Drawing his sword.
& -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
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
Haft thou Nain Tybalt ? wilt thou Nay 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,
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
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:
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,
Rom. But that a joy, past joy, calls out on me,
SS CE N E VI.
Changes to Capulet's House.
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris.
HINGS have fallen out, Sir, so unlucki.
The lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
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
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.