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arlous knock; and it cried bitterly.
SCENE IV. -A street. Enter Romeo, Mercu1 2 quoth my husband, fall'st upon ihy face? Itio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers, TorchThou will fall backward, when thou com'st to bearers, and others. Wilt thou nol, Jule ? it stinted, and said-Ay. Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our Jul. And stint thou loo, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
excuse ! Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to Or shall we on without apology? his grace!
Ben. The date is out of such, prolixity : 5 Thou wast the pretticst babe that e'er I nurs'd: We'll have no cupid hood-wink'd with a scarf, An I might live to see thec married once,
Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, I have my wish.
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper ;6
Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
But, let them measure us by what they will,
We'll measure them a measure,' and be gone. Nurse. An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
Rom. Give me a torch, -I am not for this amI'd say, thou hast suck'd wisdom from thy leat.
bling; La, Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger Being but heavy, I will bear the light. than you,
Mer. Nay, gentle Romneo, we must have you Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
• dance. Are made already mothers : by my count,
Rom. Not I, believe me : you have dancing shoes, I was your mother much upon these years,
With nimble soles: I have a sole of lead, That you are now a maid. Thus then, in brief;-- So stakes me to the ground, I cannot move. The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
| Mer. You are a lover ; borrow Cupid's wings, Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, | And soar with them above a common bound. As all the world-Why, he's a man of wax.a
Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shalt, La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a To soar with his light feathers; and so bound, Hower.
I cannot bound a pitch above dull wo: Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very Under love's heavy bur
Under love's heavy burden do I sink. flower.
Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love; La. Cap. What say you ? can you love the gen | Too great oppression for a tender ihing. tleman?
Rom. Is love a tender thing ? it is too rough, This night vou shall behold him at our feast : Too rude, too boist'rous ; and it pricks like thorn. Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
Mer. I love be rough with you, be rough with And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
love ; Examine every married lineament,
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.-And see how one another lends content ;
Give me a case to put my visage in ;And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies,
(Pulling on a mask. Find written in the margin of his eyes.'
A visor for a visor!-what care,
Here are the beetle-brows, shall blush for me.
Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no sooner in, For fair without the fair within to hide :
But every man betake him to his legs. That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, That in gold clasps locks in the golden story :
Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels; So shall you share all that he doth possess,
For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase, By having him, making yourself no less.
I'll be a candle-holder, and look on, Nurse. No less ? nay, beggar; women grow by The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done." men,
Mer. Tut! dun's the mouse, the constable's own La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris'
word: love ?
Ir thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move: or this (save reverence) love, wherein thou stick'st But no more deep will I endart mine eye
Up to the ears.-Come, we burn day-light, ho. Than your consent give strength to make it ily.
Rom. Nay, that's not so.
I mean, sir, in delay
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served Take our good meaning; for our judgment sits up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse Fi
e Five times in that, ere once in our five wits. cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. l. Rom. And we mean well, in going to this mask; I must hence to wait; I beseech vou, follow straight. But 'lis no wit to go. La. Cap. We follow thee. Juliet, the county
Why, may one ask? stays.
Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night. Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy
And so did I. days.
[Ereuni.! Rom. Well, what was yours?
That dreamers often lie. (1) Favour. (2) Well made, as if he had been modelled in wax. (7) A dance.
(3) The comments on anciert books were all 18) A torch-bearer was a constant appendage to ways printed in the margin.
every troop of maskers. (4) i. e. Is not yet caught, whose skin was want (9) Observe. ed to bind him.
(10) It was anciently the custom to strew rooms (5) i. e. Long speeches are out of fashion. with rushes.
(6) A scare-crow, a figure made up to frighten (11) This is equivalent to phrases in common crows,
Tuse-I am done, for, it is over with me.
Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things SCENE V.A hall in Capulet's house. Musi true.
cians waiting. Enter Servants. Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with
1 Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes
away? he shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher ? In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
2 Serv. When good manners shall lie all in one On the fore-finger of an old alderman,
or two men's hands, and they unwashed too, 'tis a Drawn with a team of little atomies?
foul thing. Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep: :
1 Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove the Her wacron-spokes made of long spinners' legs;
court-cupboard," look to the plate :-good thou, The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ;
save me a piece of marchpane;s and, as thou The traces, of the smallest spider's web;
lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone, The collars, of the moonshine's watry beams :
and Nell.-Antony! and Potpan! Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film: 2 Serv. Ay, boy ; ready. Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat,
| 1 Serv. You are looked for, and called for, asked Not hall so big as a round little worm
for, and sought for, in the great chamber." Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid :
2 Serv. We cannot be here and there too.Her chariot is an empty hazle-nut,
|Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub,
liver take all.
[They retire behind. Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers.
Enter Capulet, fc. with the Grests, and the And in this state she gallops night by night
Maskers. Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love :
Cap. Gentlemen, welcome! ladies, that have their On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies toes straight :
Unplagu'd with corns, will have a bout with you: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees : Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream; Will now deny to dance ? she that makes dainty, she, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, I'll swear, haih corns; Am I come near you now? Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are. You are welcome, gentlemen: I have seen the day, Sometiine she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, That I have worn a visor; and could tell And then dreams he of smelling out a suit:2 A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tail, Such as would please ;—'lis gone, 'tis gone, ris Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep,
gone : Then dreains he of another benefice:
You are welcome, gentlemen.-Corne, musicians, Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
play: ... And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, | A hall! a hall! give room, and foot it, girls. Or breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
(Music plays, and they dance,
Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
By'r lady, thirty years,
much : This, this is she
'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, Rom.
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Come Pentecost as quickly as it will, Thou talk'st of nothing.
Some five-and-twenty years; and then we mask'd. Mer.
" True, I talk of dreams; | 2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more : his son is elder, sir : Which are the children of an idle brain,
His son is thirty. Begot of nothing but vain fantasy;
1 Cap. .
Will you tell me that I Which is as thin of substance as the air ;
His son was but a ward two years ago. And more inconstant than the wind, who woos | Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich the Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
hand And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, or yonder knight ? Turbing his face to the dew-dropping south.
Serv. I know not, sir. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from our Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! selves;
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear:
Rom. I sear, too early: for my mind misgives, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. With this night's revels; and expire the term The measure' done, I'll watch her place of stand, Or a despised life, clos'd' in my breast,
And, touching hers, make happy my rude hand. By some vile forfeit of untimely death:
Did my heart love till now ? forswear it, sight! But He, that hath the steerage of my course, For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. Direct my sail!-On, lusty gentlemen.
Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague :Ben. Strike, drum.
(4) A cupboard set in a corner, like a beaufet, on (1) Atoms.
(2) A place in court. which the plate was placed. (3) i. e. Fairy-locks, locks of hair clotted and (5) Almond-cake. (6) i, e. Make room. tangled in the night.
(7) The dance.
Fetch me my rapier, boy :-What! dares the slave' Rom. What is her mother?
Marry, bachelor, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity ?
Her mother is the lady of the house, Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous : To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.
I nurs'd her daughter, that you talk'd withal; 1 Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? wherefore I tell you,-he, that can la v hold of her. storm you so ?
Shall have the chinks. Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;
Is she a Capulet? A villain, that is bither come in spite,
O dear account ! my life is my foe's debt. To scorn at our solemnity this night.
Ben. Away, begone; the sport is at the best. 1 Cap. Young Romeo is't?
Rom. Ay, so I lear; the more is my unrest. Tyb.
'Tis he, that villain Romeo. 1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone; i Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone, We have a triding foolish banquettowards. He bears him like a portly gentleman;
Is it e'en so? Why, then I thank you all; And, to say truth, Verona brags of him,
I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night :To be a virtuous and well-governd youth:
More torches here! Come on, then let's to bed. I would not for the wealth of all this town,
Ah, sirrah, (TO 2 Cap.) by my fay, it waxes late; Here in my house, do him disparagement :
I'll to my rest. (Ereint all but Juliet and Nurse. Therefore be patient, take no note of him,
Jul. Come hither, nurse: What is yon gentleman ? It is my will; the which is thou respect,
Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio. Show a fair presence, and put off these frowns, Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? And ill-beseeming seinblance for a seast.
Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio. Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest; Jul. What's hé, that follows there, that would not P'll not endure him.
dance? 1 Cap. He shall be endur'd;
Nurse. I know not. What, goodman boy !-I say, he shall ;-Go to ;
Jul. Go, ask his name:-if he be married, Am I the master here, or you ? go to.
My grave is like to be my wedding bed. You'll not endure hiin!-God shall mend my soul-| Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague; You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
The only son of your great enemy. You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man! Juu. My only love sprung from my only hate! Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
Too early seen unknown, and known too late! 1 Cap.
Go to, go to, Prodigious birth of love it is to me, You are a saucy boy :-Is't so, indeed ?
That I must love a loathed cncniy. This trick may chance to scath' you ;-I know what. Nurse. What's this? what's this? You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time
A rhyme I learn'd even now Well said, my hearts :-You are a princox;? g0:- or one I danc'd withal. [One calls within, Juliet. Be quiet, or-More light, more light, for shame!- Nurse.
Anon, anon :I'll make you quiet; What!-Cheerly, my hearts. Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler meet
ceunt. ing, Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
Enter Chorus. I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall,
Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. [Erit. And young affection gapes to be his heir; Rom. If I prosane with my unworthy hand That fair, which love groan'd for, and would die,
(To Juliet. With tender Juliet match'd is now not fair. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this, Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again, My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
Alike bewitched by the charm of looks; To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. But to his foe suppos'd he must complain, Ju. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too! And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: much,
Being held a foe, he may not have access Which mannerly devotion shows in this ;
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And she as much in love, her means much less
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. | To meet her new-beloved any where: Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? But passion lends them power, time means to meet, Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in Temp'ring extreroities with extreme sweet. [Exit.
prayer. Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
ACT II. Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for SCENE I. An open place, adjoining Capulet's
prayers' sake. Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect 1
garden. Enter Romeo.
Rom. Can I go forward, when my heart is here ? Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd. Turn back. dull earth, and find thy centre out.
(Kissing her. Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
[He climbs the rall, and leaps down within it. Rom. Sin from my lips ? O trespass sweetly urg'd!
Enter Benvolio, and Mercutio.
Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo !
He is wise; Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed. you.
Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard
wall: (1) Do you an injury. (2) A coxcomb. 13) A collation of fruit, wine, &c.
(5) i. e. Himself.
Call, good Mercutio.
She speaks :-
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven
of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, One nick name for her purblind son and heir, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, Young Adain Cupid, he that shot so trim,
And sails upon the bosom of the air. When king Cophetuu lov'd the beggar-maid.'
Jud. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Ro He heareth not, stirreth not, he moveth not;
| meo ? The ape? is dead, and I must conjure him. Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
Or, if thou will not, be but sworo my love, By her forehead, and her scarlet lip,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet. By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, Ron. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
(Aside That in thy likeness thou appear to us.
Jul. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy ;* Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.
Mer. This cannot anger him : 'twould anger him What's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
What's in a name? that which we call a rose, That were some spite ; my invocation
By any other name would smell as sweet;
Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those Without that title:-Romeo, doff thy name ; trees,
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
I take thee at thy word: Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd; Now will he sit under a modlar-tree,
Henceforth I never will be Romeo. And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.-
in night, Romeo, good night ;-I'll to my truckle-beld; So stumblest on my counsel ? This beld-bed is too cold for me to sleep:
By a name Come, shall we go?
I know not how to tell thee who I am: Go then; for 'tis in vain My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, To seek him here, that means not to be found. Because it is an enemy tu thee;
[Ereunt. Had I it written, I would tear the word.
1 Jud. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words SCENE II.-Capulet's garden. Enter Romeo. lor that tongue's utterance, vel I know the sound : Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.- Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague ?
(Juliet appears above, at a windoro. Rom. Neither, fair saint, is either thee dislike. But, sost! what light through yonder window Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me ? and breaks?
wherefore ? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!
The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, And the place death, considering who thou art, Who is already sick and pale with griel,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here. That thou her maid art far more fair than she : Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-pereh Be not her maid, since she is envious;
these walls; Her vesial livery is but sick and green,
For stony limits cannot hold love out: And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
And what love can do, that dares love attempt, It is my lady; 0, it is my love:
Therefore thy kinsmen are not let' lo me. 0, that she knew she were !
Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee. She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of that? | Rom. Alack! there lies more periı in thine eve, Her eye discourses, I will answer it.
Than twenty of their swords ; look thou but sweet, I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
And I am proof against their enmity. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Jud. I would not for the world, they saw thee here. Having some business, do entreat her eyes
Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their To twinkle in the spheres till they return.
sight; What if her eyes were there, they in her head? And, but thou love me, let them find me here: The brightness of her cheek would shame those My life were better ended by their hate, stars,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. As daylight doth a lamp; her eve in heaven
Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this Would through the airy region stream so bright,
place? That birds would sing, and think it were not night. Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far That I might touch that cheek !
As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea, (1) Alluding to the old ballad of the king and (3) Humid, moist. the beggar.
(4) A votary to the moon, to Diana. (2) This phrase in Shakspeare's time was used 15) Owns, possesses. (6) Do off. as an expression of tenderness.
I 17) Hindrance. (8) Unless thou love me.
I would adventure for such merchandise.
Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, Jul. Thou know'st, the mask of night is on my By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rites
By and by, I come i If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully :
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
To-morrow will I send. l'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,
So thrive my soul, So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world. Jul. A thousand times good night! (Exit. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;
Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy And therefore thou may'st think my haviour' light:
light. But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Love goes toward love, as school-boys from their Than those that have more cunoing to be strange.?
books; I should have been more strange, I must confess, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. But that thou over-heard'st, ere I was 'ware,
(Retiring slowly. My true love's passion: therefore pardon me;
Re-enter Juliet, above.
Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist 1–0, for a falconer's Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,
voice, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,
To lure this tassel-gentle' back again! Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud : moon,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, That monthly changes in her circled orb,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
With repetition of my Romeo's name. Rom. What shall I swear by ?
Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name: Jul.
Do not swear at all ;
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious sell, Like softest music to attending ears! Which is the god of my idolatry,
Jul. Romeo ! the gogmy 101cut ys
i And I'll believe thee.
At what o'clock to-morrow Jul. Well, do not swear : although I joy in thee, Shall I send to thee ? I have no joy of this contract to-night:
At the hour of nine. It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden;
Jul. I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then. Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
I have forgot why I did call thee back. Ere one can say-It lightens. Sweet, good night!
Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it. This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
1 Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Rememb'ring, how love thy company... Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
| Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Come to thy heart, as that within my breast !
Forgetting any other home but this. Rom. 0, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ?
Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee Jud. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?).. gone : Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow And yet no further tha
And yet no further than a wanton's bird :
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty. pose, love?
Rom. I would, I were thy bird. Ird. But to be frank, and give it thee again.
Sweet, so would I : And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
sorrow, The more I have, for both are infinite.
That I shall say-good night, till it be morrow. (Nurse calls within.
(Eril. I hear some noise within ; Dear love, adieu!
Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy Anon, good nurse!-Sweet Montague, be true.
breast ! Stav but a little, I will come again.
'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest Rom. O blessed, blessed night! I am a'eard,
Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell; Being in night, all this is but a dream,
His help to crave, and my dear hap' to tell. (E.cit. Too fallering-sweet to be substantial.
SCENE III.-Friar Laurence's cell. Enter FriRe-enter Juliet, above.
ar Laurence, with a basket. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning indeed.
night, If that thy bent of love be bonourable,
Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; Behaviour.
And fleckede darkness like a drunkard reels (2) Shy. (3) Free. (4) Inclination.
(6) Fetters. (7) Chance, fortune. (5) The male of the goshawk.
(8) Spotted, streaked. VOL. II.