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Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Rom. O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. Jul. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers'
Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
[Kissing her.1 Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged. Give me my sin again.
you. Rom. What is her mother?
You kiss by the book.
Her mother is the lady of the house,
Is she a Capulet?
1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone:
1 The Poet here, without doubt, copied from the mode of his own time; and kissing a lady in a public assembly, we may conclude, was not then thought indecorous.
2 Towards is ready, at hand.
3 Here the quarto of 1597 adds :—
"I promise you, but for your company,
I would have been in bed an hour ago:
Ah, sirrah, [To 2 Cap.] by my fay, it waxes late;
Jul. What's he that now is going out of door? Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio. Jul. What's he that follows there, that would not dance?
Nurse. I know not.
Jul. Go ask his name ;-if he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague,
Jul. My only love, sprung from my only hate!
Nurse. What's this? what's this?
Now old Desire doth in his deathbed lie,
Alike bewitched by the charm of looks;
And she steal Love's sweet bait from fearful hooks.
1 This chorus is not in the first edition, quarto, 1597.
2 Fair, it has been already observed, was formerly used as a substantive, and was synonymous with beauty. The old copies read :—
"That fair for which love groaned for," &c. This reading Malone defends; Steevens treats it as a corruption.
Being held a foe, he may not have access
To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; And she as much in love, her means much less To meet her new-beloved any where. But Passion lends them power, Time, means to meet, Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
SCENE I. An
Rom. Can I go forward, when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
[He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it.
Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO.
Ben. Romeo! my cousin Romeo!
He is wise;
And, on my life, hath stolen him home to bed.
Call, good Mercutio.
Nay, I'll conjure, too.Romeo! humors! madman! passion! lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh, Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; Cry but-Ah me! pronounce1 but-love and dove; Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
1 This is the reading of the quarto of 1597. Those of 1599 and 1609, and the folio, read provaunt, an evident corruption. The folio of 1632 has couply, meaning couple, which has been the reading of many modern editions.
One nickname for her purblind son and heir,
Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
Is fair and honest, and in his mistress' name,
Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among those trees,
Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.*-
Go, then; for 'tis in vain To seek him here, that means not to be found.
1 All the old copies read, Abraham Cupid. The alteration was proposed by Mr. Upton. It evidently alludes to the famous archer Adam Bell. The ballad alluded to is King Cophetua and the Beggar-Maid, or, as it is called in some copies, "The Song of a Beggar and a King." It may be seen in the first volume of Percy's Reliques of Ancient Poetry.
2 This phrase, in Shakspeare's time, was used as an expression of tenderness, like poor fool, &c.
3 i. e. the humid, the moist, dewy night. Chapman uses the word in this sense in his translation of Homer.
4 After this line in the old copies are two lines of ribaldry.
SCENE II. Capulet's Garden.
Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.1 [JULIET appears above, at a window. But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.-
O that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing; what of that?
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
1 That is, Mercutio jests, whom he has overheard.
2 i. e. be not a votary to the moon, to Diana.
3 The old copies read, " to this night." Theobald made the emendation.