In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.
Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed ;
Acquaint her here with my son Paris' love,
And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next,
But, soft; what day is this?

Par. Monday, my Lord.
Cap. Monday ? Ha! ha! well, Wednesday is too

soon,
On Thursday let it be. O Thursday, tell her,
She shall be married to this noble Earl.
- Will you be ready ? Do you like this Hafte ?
We'll keep no great a dosa friend or two-
For, hark you, Tybalt being flain fo late,
It may be thought we held him carelesly,
Being our kinsman, if we revel much;
Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,
And there's an end. But what say you to Thursday ?
Per. My Lord, I would that Thursday were to-

morrow.
Cap. Well, get you gone-on Thursday, be it

then.
Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed. [TO Lady Cap.
Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.
Farewel, my Lord-Light to my chamber, hoa !
'Fore me. It is so late, that we may call
It early by and by. Good night. [Exeunt.

daughter will be ruled in all re Things have falln out, Sir, so,
fpects by him. We should read, unluckily,
Sir Paris, I will make a SEPA That we have had no time to
RATE tender.

move our daughter.
i.e. I will venture separately on

WARBURTON. my own head, to make you a Desperate means only bold, ad. tender of my daughter's love vent'rous, as if he had said in withou: consulting her. For Sir the volgar phrase, I will speak a Paru

2/15 was impatient, and the bold word, and venture to fromother had said,

mifs jou my daughter.

SCENE

S CE NE VII.

Juliet's Chamber looking to the Garden.

Enter Romeo and Juliet, above at a window; a ladder

of ropes set. Jul. IL T 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;
Nightly she fings on yon pomgranate tree ;
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

Rom. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn,
No Nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east;
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountains' tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it,
It is some meteor that the Sun exhales,
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua ;
Then stay a while, thou shalt not go so soon.

Rom. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death,
I am content, if thou wilt have it fo.
I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye,
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
The vaulty heav'ns so high above our heads.

I have more care to stay, than will to go. Come death, and welcome ; Juliet wills it so.

the pale reflex_] The will to go.] Would it be appearance of a cloud opposed better thus, to the moon.

I hav? more will to fay, than ? I have more care 10 fay, than care to go 2

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How is't, my Soul? let's talk, it is not day.

Jul. It is, it is; hie hence, be gone, away. It is the lark that sings so out of ture, Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps, Some fay, the lark makes sweet division; This doth not so: for the divideth us. Some say, the lark and loathed toad chang’d eyes ; 9 O, now I would they had chang'd voices too!

Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting thee up with huntfup to the day. O now be gone, more light and light it grows. Rom. More light and light? ---More dark and

dark our Woes.

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as eyes.

O, now I WOULD they had i. e. the fark fings so harshly

chang’d voices too!] The that I now perceive the toad and toad having very fine eyes, and the have changed voicis as well the lark very ugly ones, was the

WARBURTON. occasion of a common saying This tradition of the toad and among the people, that the lark I have heard expressed in a toad and lark had chang’d eyes. rufick rhyme, To this the speaker alludes. But To beau'n I'd Ayo sure the need not have wished But the Toad beguild me of my that they had changed. voices 100. eje. The lark appear'd to her untu. Since arm froix arm, &c.] nable enough in all confcience: These two lines are omitted in As appears by what she said just the modern editions, and do not before,

deserve to be replaced, but as It is the lark that fings Go out they may shew the danger of of tune,

critical temericy. Dr. WarburStraining harih discords and ton's change of 1 zvould to I wot unpleasing tharps.

was specious enough, yet it is This directs us to the right read- evidently erroneous. The sense ing. For how natural was it for is this, 'The lark, they say, has lof} her after this to add,

her eyes to the road, and now I Some say the lark and loathed would the toad had her voice too, toad change eyes.

Since the uses it 10 the disturbance I wot they have of lovers. chang'd wrices too.

Enter

Enter Nurse.

ber:

Nurse. Madam,
Jul. Nurse?

Nurse. Your lądy mother's coming to your cham-, The day is broke, be wary, look about.

[Exit Nurse. Jul, Then, Window, let Day in, and let Life out. Rom. Farewel, farewel; one Kiss, and I'll descend.

[Romeo descends. Jul. Art thou gone fo? love ! lord ! ah husband!

friend!
I must hear from thee ev'ry day in th' hour,
For in a minute there are many days.
O' by this count I shall be much in years,
Ere i again behold my Romeo.

Rom. Farewel: I will omit no opportunity,
Than may convey my greetings, love, to thee.

Jul. O think'st thou, we shall ever meet again?

Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses, in our time to come.

Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining foui.
Methinks, I see thee, now thou art below,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
Either my eye-light fails, or thou look’st pale.

Rom. And trust me, love, in mine eye fo do you: Dry Sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu.

[Exit Romeo.

Jul. Oh fortune, fortune, all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him That is renown'd for faith ; be fickle, fortune:

For

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For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep hini long,
But send him back.

Enter Lady Capulet.
La. Cap. Ho, daughter, are you up?

Jul. Who is't that calls ? Is is my lady mother?!
Is The not down so late, or up fo early?
What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?

La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet?
Jul. Madam, I am not well.
La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
What, wilt thou wash him from his Grave with

tears?
An' if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live ;
Therefore, have done. Some Grief shews much of

Love;
But much of Grief shews still some want of Wit,

Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
La. Cap. So shall. you feel the Loss, but not the

Friend
Which you do weep

for,
Jul. Feeling so the Loss,
I cannot chufe but ever weep the Friend.
La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'ít not so much for

his death,
As that the villain lives which Naughter'd him.

Jul. What villain, Madam?
La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo.

Jul [ Afde.] Villain and he are many miles asunder.
God pardon hiin! 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. ' !, Madam, froin the Reach of these my

hands
Would, none but I might venge my Cousin's Death!

-procures her bither?] equivocations are rather too artProcures, for brings.

ful for a mind disturbed by the 31, Madam, from=-) Juliit's loss of a new lover,

La.

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