Rom. Speak'ft thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
Doth not the think me an old murderer,

Now I have ftain'd the childhood of our joy
With blood, remov'd but little from her own?
Where is fhe? and how does fhe? and what fays
My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?

Nurfe. O, fhe fays nothing, Sir; but weeps and

weeps ;

And now falls on her bed, and then starts up;
And Tybalt cries, and then on Romeo calls,
And then down falls again.

Rom. As if that name,

Shot from the deadly level of a gun,

Did murder her, as that name's curfed hand
Murder'd her kinfman.-Tell me, Friar, tell me,
In what vile part of this anatomy

Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may fack
The hateful mansion.

Fri. Hold thy defperate hand.

[Drawing bis fword.

Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art.
Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote
Th' unreasonable fury of a beast.

Unfeemly Woman in a feeming Man!
And ill-befeeming Beaft in feeming both!
Thou haft amaz'd me. By my holy Order,
I thought thy difpofition better temper'd.

3-cancel'd love?] The folio
reads conceal'd love.

9 Unfeemly Woman, &c.] This ftrange nonfenfe Mr. Pope threw out of his edition for defperate. But it is eafily restored as ShakeSpear wrote it into good pertinent fenfe.

Unfeemly Woman in a feeming

Man!

As ill befeeming Beaft in feem-
ing GROTH!

i. e. you have the ill befeeming
pailions of a brute beat in the

well-feeming fhape of a rational creature. For having in the first line faid, he was a woman in the fhape of a man, he aggravates the thought in the fecond, and fays, he was even a brute in the fhape of a rational creature. Seeming is ufed in both places, for WARBURTON. feemly.

The old reading is probable. Thou art a beast of ill qualities, under the appearance both of a woman and a man.

Haft

Haft thou flain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
And flay thy lady, that in thy life lives,

By doing damned Hate upon thyfelf?

'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 wouldft lofe?
Fy, fy! thou sham'ft thy Shape, thy Love, thy Wit,
Which, like an Ufurer, abound'st in all,

And usest none in that true ufe indeed,

Which should bedeck thy Shape, thy Love, thy Wit.
Thy noble Shape is but a Form of Wax,
Digreffing from the Valour of a Man;

Thy dear Love fworn, but hollow Perjury,
Killing that Love, which thou haft vow'd to cherish.
Thy Wit, that Ornament to Shape and Love,
Mil-fhapen in the Conduct of them both,
Like Powder in a fkill-lefs Soldier's Flafk,

Is fet on Fire by thine own Ignorance,

2

* And thou difmember'd with thine own Defense. What, rouse thee, man, thy Juliet is alive,

'Why railt thou, &c.] These were again thrown out by Mr. Pope, and for the fame reafon: But they are easily fet right. We fhould read,

Since Birth, and Heav'n, and

Earth, all three so meet,
In thee ATONE; which then at
once awould lofe.

i. e. Why rail you at your Birth,
and at Heaven, and Earth, which
are all fo meet, or aufpicious to
you: And all three your friends,
[all three in thee alone] and yet
you would lose them all by one
rash stroke. Why be faid,
Birth, Heaven, and Earth, all
three atone-was becaufe Ro-
mes was of noble birth, of vir
tuous difpofitions, and heir to a

large patrimony. But by suicide
he would difgrace the firit, offend
the fecond, and forego the en-
joyment of the third. Atowe is
frequently used by Shakespeare in
the fenfe of, to agree, be friendly
together, &c. So in, As you like
it,

Then is there mirth in Heav'n
When earthly things made even

ATONE together. WARB. The alteration makes no improvement. The meaning is the fame in the common reading better expreffed.

And thou difmember'd with thine own defence. ] And thou torn to pieces with thy own weapons.

For whose dear fake thou waft but lately dead :
There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou flew'ft Tybalt; there thou'rt happy too.
The law, that threatned death, became thy friend,
And turn'd it to exile; there art thou happy;
A pack of bleffings light upon thy back,
Happiness courts thee in her beft array,
But, like a misbehav'd and fullen wench,
Thou pout'ft upon thy fortune and thy love.
Take heed, take heed, for fuch die miferable.
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Afcend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
But, look, thou flay not 'till the watch be fet;
For then thou canst not pafs to Mantua,
Where thou fhalt live, 'till we can find a time
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
Beg pardon of thy Prince, and call thee back
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy,
Than thou went'ft forth in lamentation.

Go before, nurse. Commend me to thy lady,
And bid her haften all the house to bed,
Which heavy forrow makes them apt unto.
Romeo is coming.

Nurfe. O Lord, I could have staid here all night
long,

To hear good counsel. Oh, what Learning is!
My Lord, I'll tell my Lady you will come.

Rom. Do fo, and bid my Sweet prepare to chide.
Nurse. Here, Sir, a ring fhe 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 here ftands
all your state;

3

Either begone before the watch be fet,

Or by the break of day, disguis'd from hence.

3 Go bence. Good night, &c.] These three lines are omitted in all the modern editions.

4-here fands all your ftate ;] The whole of your fortune depends on this.

Sojourn

Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
And he shall fignify from time to time
Every good hap to you, that chances here.

Give me thy hand. 'Tis late. Farewel. Good night.
Rom. But that a joy, past joy, calls out on me,
It were a grief, fo brief to part with thee. [Exeunt,

Сер.

Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris.

HINGS have fallen out, Sir, fo unluckily,

TH

That we have had no time to move our daughter.
Look you, fhe lov'd her kinfman Tybalt dearly,
And fo did I.-Well, we were born to die.
'Tis very late, fhe'll not come down to-night.
I promife you, but for your Company,

I would have been a-bed an hour ago.

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.

Of

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Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a defperate tender child's love. I think, fhe will be rul'd

my

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

Par. Monday, my Lord.

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

foon,

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 do-a friend or two
For, hark you, Tybalt being flain fo late,
It may be thought we held him careleЛly,
Being our kinfman, if we revel much;
Therefore we'll have fome half a dozen friends,
And there's an end.

Par. My Lord, I

morrow.

But what fay you to Thursday? would that Thursday were to

4

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 fo late, that we may call
It early by and by. Good night.

daughter will be ruled in all re-
fpects by him. We should read,
Sir Paris, I will make a SEPA-

RATE tender.
i. e. I will venture Separately on
my own head, to make you a
tender of my daughter's love
without confulting her. For Sir
Paris was impatient, and the
mother had said,

[Exeunt.

Things have fall'n out, Sir, fa unluckily,

That we have had no time to move our daughter.

WARBURTON.. Defperate means only beld, adventrous, as if he had faid in the vulgar phrase, I will speak a bold word, and venture to promife you my daughter.

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