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Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
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
Either be gone before the watch be set,
Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
6 — here stands all your state;] The whole of your fortune depends on this.
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 wo: 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 Paris, I will make a desperate tender® Of my
child's love: I think, she will be ruld 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 nextBut, soft; What day is this? Par.
Monday, my lord. Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too
you be ready? do you like this haste?
1-mew'd up-] This is a phrase from falconry. A mew was a place of confinement for hawks.
8 Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender -] Desperate means only bold, adventurous, as if he had said in the vulgar phrase, I will speak a bold word, and venture to promise you my daughter.
We'll keep no great ado;-a friend, or two:-
may be thought we held him carelessly,
morrow. Cap. Well, get you gone:-0 Thursday be it
, my lord.— Light to my chamber, ho!
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; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate 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 mountain tops;
9 Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree:) This is not merely a poetical supposition. It is observed of the nightingale, that, if undisturbed, she sits and sings upon the same tree for many weeks together.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
Rom. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death;
Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away; It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps. Some say, the lark makes sweet division;) This doth not so, for she divideth us: Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes; 0, now I would they had chang’d voices too! Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day. * O, now be gone; more light and light it grows. Rom. More light and light?—more dark and
dark our woes.
the pale refler-] The appearance of a cloud opposed to the moon. ? I have more care to stay,–] Care for inclination.
sweet division;] Division seems to have been the technical phrase for the pauses or parts of a musical composition.
4 Hunting thee hence with hunts up to the day.) The hunts-up was the name of the tune anciently played to wake the hunters, and collect them together. But a huntsup also signified a morning song to a new married woman, the day after her marriage, and is used here in that sense.
Enter Nurse. Nurse. Madam! Jul. Nurse? Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your
chamber: The day is broke; be wary, look about.
[Exit Nurse. Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.
[Romeo descends. Jul. Art thou gone so? my love! my lord! my
Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity
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 soul:
Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu!
[Exit Romeo. Jul. O 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;
s That is renown'd for faith?] This Romeo, so renown'd for faith, was but the day before dying for love of another woman :
natural. Romeo was the darling object of Juliet's love, and Romeo was, of course, to have every excellence.