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LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. IN I& Mr. Arthur Brooke published a poem on "The Tragicall Historie of Romeus and Juliett;" the materials

for which he chiefly obtained from a French translation (by Boistean) of an Italian novel by Luigi da Porto,

Venetian gentleman, who died in 1529. A prose translation of Boisteau's work was also published 1576, by Paister, in his Palace of Pleasure, vol. II.; and upon the incidents of these two works, especially of the poem, Malone decides that Shakspeare constructed his entertaining tragedy. Dr. Johnson has declared this play to be

one of the most pleasing of Shakspeare's performances :" but it contains some breaches of irregularity--many superfluities, tumid conceits, and bombastic ideas, inexcusable even in a lover ; with a continued recur. reuce of jingling periods and trifling quibbles, which obscure the sense, or disgust the reader. Several of the characters are, however, charmingly designed, and not less happily executed ; the catastrophe is intensely affeeting ; the incidents various and expressive ; and as the passion which it delineates is one of universal acceptance in the catalogue of human wishes, the tioder-like character of the lady, and the notable constaney of the gentleman, are forgotten in the dangers and the calamities of both. The numerous rhymes which occur, are probably seedlings from Arthur Brooke's stock plant. “The nurse (says Dr.Johnson) is one of the characters in which Shakspeare delighted : he has, with great subtilty of distinction, drawu ber at once loquacious and secret, obsequious and insolent, trusty and dishonest.”


} Headace with acusother vari CHORUSonicer: Puge to Paris.-Peter, an

ESCALES, Prince of Verona.

ABRAM, Servant to Montague.
PARIS, a young Nobleman, Kinsman to the AN APOTHECARY.



. AN OLD MAN, Uncle to Capulet. Roxeo, Son to Montague.

LADY MONTAGUB, Wife to Montague. MERCUTIO, Kinsman to the Prince, and Friend LADY CAPULET, Wife to Capulet. to Romeo.

JULIET, Daughter to Capulet. BENVOL10, Nephew to Montague, and Friend Nurse to Juliet.

to Romeo. TYBALT, Nephew to Lady Capulet.

Citizens of Verona; several Men and FRIAR LAWRENCE, a Franciscan.

Women, relations to both Houses : FRIAR JOHN, of the same Order.

Maskers Guards, Watchmen, and At. BALTHAZAR, Scrvant to Romeo.


Servants to Capulet.
SCENE, during the greater part of the Play, in Verona : once, in the fifth Act, at Mantua.

PROLOGUE. Two bousebolds, both alike in dignity,

The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

And the continuance of their parents' rage, Froin ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Which, but their children's end, nougat could reWhere civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

move, From forth the fatal loins of these two foes Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage ;

A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; The which if you with patient ears attend
Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows What here shall miss, our toil sball strive to
Do, with their death, bury their parents' strife.



Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out

of the collar. SCENE 1.- A public Place.

Sam. I strike quickly, being moved.

Gre. But thou art not quickiy moved to Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, armed with

strike. Suords and Bucklers.

Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves Sam. Gregory, oʻmy word, we'll not carry

me. coals.

Gre. To move, is—to stir ; and to be valiant, Gre. No, for then we sbould be colliers. is to stand to it: therefore, if thou art mor'd, Sam. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. thou run'st away.

Som. A dog of that honse shall move me to • A phrase formerly in use to signify the bearing in

stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid jerurs.

of Montague's.


Gre. That shows thee a weak slave ; for the Down with the Capulets I down with the Mon weakest goes to the wall.

tagues ! Sam. True ; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall :-

Enter CAPOLET, in his Gown ; and LADY

CAPULET. therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.

Cap. What noise is this ?-Give me my long Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and

sword, ho! us their men.

La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch !-Why call you Sam. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant :

for a sword ? when I have fought with the men, I will be Cap. My sword, I say !--Old Montague is cruel with the maids; I will cut off their heads.

And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
Gre. The heads of the maids ?
Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their

Enter MONTAGUE, and LADY MONTAGUE. maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt. Mon. Thou villain, Capulet,-Hold me not, Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel

let me go it.

La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to

a foe. stand : and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of

Enter PRINCE, with Attendants. flesh.

Gre. 'Tis well, thou art not fish : if thou Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,tool ; here comes two of the bouse of the Mon. Will they not bear ? —what ho! you men, you tagues.


That quench the fire of your pernicious rage Enter ABRAM and BALTHAZER.

With purple fountains issuing from your veius, Sam. My naked weapou is out ; quarrel, I will on pain of torture, from those bloody hands back thee.

Tbrow your mistemper'd* weapons to the Gre. How? turn thy back, and run ?

ground, Sam. Fear me not.

And hear the sentence of your moved prince.Gre. No, marry : I fear thee!

Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, Sam. Let us take the law of our sides ; let By thee, old Capulet and Montague, them begin.

Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets; Gre. I will frown as I pass by : and let them and made Verona's ancient citizens take it as they list.

Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb To wield old partizans, in bands as old, at them ; which is a disgrace to them, if they Canker'd with peace to part your cauker'd hate : bear it.

If ever you disturb our streets again, Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir?

Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. Sam. I do bite my thumb, Sir.

For this time, all the rest depart away : Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir ? You, Capulet, shall go along with me; Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say,-ay?

And, Montague, come you ibis afternoon, Gre. No.

To know our further pleasure in this case, Sam. No, Sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. Sir; but I bite my thumb, Sir.

Once more, on pain of death, all nien depart. Gre. Do you quarrel, Sir ?

(Exeunt PRINCE and Attendants ; Cart. Abr. Quarrel, Sir ? no, Sir.

LET, LADY CAPULET, TYBALT, Cic. Sam. If you do, Sir, I am for you ; I serve as

ZENS, and Servants. good a man as you.

Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new Abr, No better.

abroach Sam. Well, Sir

Speak, nephew, were you by when it began ?

Ben. Here were the servants of
Enter BENTOLIO, at a Distance.

versary, Gre. Say-better ; here comes one of

And your's, close fighting ere I did approach :

my master's kinsmen.

I drew to part them; in the instant came Sam. Yes, better, Sir.

The fiery 'Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd; Abr. You lie.

Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, Sam. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, re. He swung about his head, and cut the winds, mimber thy smashing blow.

Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd bim in scoru :

[They fight. While we were interchanging thrusts and blows Ben. Part, fools ; put up your swords; you came more and more and fought on part aud kuow not what you do.

part, [Beats down their Swords. Till the prince came, who parted either part.

La. Mon. O where is Romeo 1-saw you bim Enter TYBALT.

to-day? 7'yb. What, art thou drawn among these Right glad I am, he was not at his fray. heartless binds 3

Ben. Madain, an hour before the worsbipp'd Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

sun, Ben. I do but keep the peace ; put up thy Peer'd through the golden window of the east, sword,

A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad; Or manage it to part these men with me. Where,-underneath the grove of sycamore, Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace ? I hate That westward rooteth from the city's side, the word,

So early walking did I see your son : As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee :

Towards him I made ; but he was 'ware of me, Have at thee, coward.

And stole into the covert of the wood :

(They fight. 1, measuring bis affections by my own, Enter several Partizans of both Houses, who That most are busied when they are most alone, join the Fray: then enter Citizens with And gladly sbuvn'd who gladly fled from me.

Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing bis, Clubs.

Mon. Many a moruing bath he there been I Cit. Clubs, 1 bills, and partizans! strike !

seen, beat them down!

With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew.

Adding to clouds more clouds with bis deep • Poor John is hake, dried and salted. + The disregard of concord is in character.

sighs : 1 Clubs! was equivalent to the modern cry of Watch!

• Angry

your ad. But all so soon as the all-cheering sun

Rom. Wbat, shall I groan, and tell thee ? Should in the furthest east begin to draw

Ben. Groan ? why, no; The sbady curtains from Aurora's bed,

But sadly tell me, who. Away froin light steals home my heavy son, Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make ... And private in his chamber pens himself ;

will : Shuts up his windows, locks fair day-light out, Ah word ill urg'd to one that is so ill And makes himself an artificial night :

Io sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. Black and portentons must this humour prove, Ben. I aiu'd so near, when I suppos'd you Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

lov'd. Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause ? Rom. A right good marksinan !-And she's Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of himn.

fair I love. Ben. Have you importuu'd him by any means ? Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soouest Mon. Both by myself, and many other friends:

hit. But be, his own affections' counsellor,

Rom. Well, in that bit, you miss : she'll not Is to hiinsell-I will not say, how true,

be hit But to himself so secret and so close,

With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit; So far from sounding and discovery,

And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, As is the bud bit with an envious worm,

From love's weak childish bow she lives un. Ere he can spread bis sweet leaves to the air,

harm'd. Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Could we but learn from whence his sorrows Nor bide thi' encounter of assailing eyes, grow,

Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold : We would as willingly give cure, as know. O she is rich in beauty; only poor,

That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Enter Romeo, at a distance.

Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still Ben. See, where he comes : So please you,

live chaste ? step aside :

Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.

huge waste ; Mon. I would thou wert so bappy by thy stay, For beauty, suarv'd with her severity, To hear true shrift,-Come, madani, let's away. Cuts beauty off from all posterity.

(Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY. She is too fair, too wise ; wisely too fair, Ben. Good morrow, consin.

To merit bliss by making me despair : Rom. Is the day so young ?

She hath forsworn to love ; and, in that vow, Ben. But new struck nine.

Do I live dead, that live to tell it now. Rom. Ah me! sad hours seem long.

Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. Was that my father that went bence so fast? Rom. O teach me how I should forget to Ben. It was :-What sadness lengthens Ro.

think. meo's hours !

Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes : Rom. Not having that, which having, makes Examine other beauties. them short.

Rom. 'Tis the way Ber. iu love?

To call ber's exquisite, in question more : Rom. Out

These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' brows, Ben. Of love ?

Being black, put us in mind they hide the
Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love.
Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, He, that is strucken blind, cannot forget
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! The precious treasure of his eyesight lost :

Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is mutfled still. Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
Sbould, without eyes, see pathways to bis will ! What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
Where shall we dine 2-0 me !-What fray Where I may read, who pass'd that passing
was here ?

Yet tell not, for I have heard it all. (love :-- Farewell ; thou canst not teach me to forget.
Here's much to do with hate, but more with Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in
Why, then, o brawliug love ! O loving hate !


(Exeunt. O any thing, of nothing first create ! O heavy lightness ! serious vanity!

SCENE II.-A Street.
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms !
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick

Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and SERVANT. health!

Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! In penalty alike ; and 'uis not bard, I think, This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

For men so old as we to keep tbe peace. Dost thou not laugh?

Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both ; Ben. No, coz, i rather weep.

And pity 'tis, you liv'd at odds so long. Rom. Good beart, at what i

But now, my lord, what say you to my suit ? Ben. At thy good heart's oppression.

Cap. But saying o'er wbat I have said be. Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.

fore : Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; My child is yet a stranger in the world, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it press'd She hath not seen the change of fourteen years ; With more of thine : this love, ibat thou hast Let two more summers wither in their pride, shown,

Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Doth add inore grief to too much of mine own. Par. Younger than she are happy mothers Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs ;

made. Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in a lover's eyes; Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears :

made. What is it else ? a madness most discreet, The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she ; A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

Sbe is the hopeful lady of my earth : Farewell, my coz.

(Going. But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, Ben. Soft, I will go along ;

My will to her consent is but a part;
And if you leave me so, you do me wrong. An she agree, within her scope of choice
Rom, Tut, I have lost myself; I am not Lies my consent, and fair according voice.

This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
This is not Romeo, he's some other where. Whereto I have invited mauy a guest,
Ben. Tell me in sadvers, who she is you

• A complimect to Queen Elizabeth, in whose reiga • la seriousness.

the play was first represeuted.



Such as I love ; and you, amoug the store, (more. not of the bouse of Montagues, I pray, come Once more, most welcome, makes my number and crush a cup of wine. • Rest your inerry! At my poor house, look to behold this vight

(Erit. Earth-treading stars, that make dark heaven Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's light:

Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel With all the admired beauties of Verona : When well-apparell's April on the heel

Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, of limping winter treads, even such delight Compare her face with some that I shall show, Ainong fresh female buds shall you this night And I will make thee think thy swan a w Inherit at my house ; here all, all see,

Rom. Wben the devout religion of mine eye And like her most, whose merit most shall be : Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to Such, ainongst view of many, mine being one,

fires ! May stand in number, though in reckoning + And these,—who often drown'd could never die,

Transparent heretics, be burn: for liars ! Come, go with me;-Go, Sirrah, trudge about One fairer thau my love! th' all-seeing sun Through fair Verona; tind those persons out, Ne'er saw her match, since first ihe world Whose names are written there, [Gives a Paper.]

begun. and to them say,

Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else beMy house and welcome on their pleasure stay.

ing by, [Exeunt CAPULET and Paris. Herself pois'd † with herself in either eye: Serv. Find them out, whose names are writ. But in those crystal scales let there be weigh'd ten here? It is written-that the shoemaker Your lady's love against some other maid should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with That I will show you, shining at this feast, his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the And she shall scant show well, that now sbows painter with his nets; but I am sent to find

best. those persons, whose names are here writ, and Rom. III go along, no such sight to be shown. can never find what names the writing person But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. hath here writ. I must to the learned :-In

[Ereunt. good time.

SCENE III.-A Room in CAPULET's House. Enter BENVOL10 and Romeo.

Enter Lady CAPULET and NURSE. Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's

La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call burning,

her forth to me. One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish ;

Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning : One desperate grief cures with another's lan. I bade her come.-What, lamb! whai, lady.

year old,

(bird ! guish : Take thou some new infection to thy eye,

God forbid !-where's this girl 3-what, Juliet ! And the rauk poison of th’ old will die.

Enter JULIET. Rom. Your plaintain leaf is excellent for that.

Jul. How now, who calls ?

Nurse. Your mother.
Ben. For what, I pray thee ?
Rom. For your broken shin.

Jul. Madam, I am here,

What is your will ?
Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
Kom. Not mad, but bound more than • mad.

La. Cap. This is the matter :-Nurse, give

leave awhile, man is ; Shut up in prison, kept without my food,

We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back again ; Whipp'd, and torinented, and-Good-e'en, good

I have remember'd me, thou shalt bear our fellow.

counsel. Serv. God gi' good e'en.-I pray, Sir, can you

Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age. jead ?

Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell ber age unto an

hour. Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.

La. Cap She's not fourteen. Serv. Perhaps you have learn'd it without book :

Nurse. l'll lay fourteen of my teeth, But I pray, can you read any thing you see?

And yet, to my teen ģ be it spoken, i have but Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the lan- she is not fourteen : How long is it now

four, guage. Serv. Ye say honestly ; Rest you merry!

To Lammas tide ? Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read. (Reads.

La. Cap. A fortnight, and odd days.

Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Signior Martino, and his wife and daugh-Coine Lammas-eve at night, shall she be four ters; County Anselme, and his beauteous

teen. sisters ; The lady widow of Vitruvio ; Signior Susan and she,-God rest all Christian souls ! Placentio, and his lovely nieces ; Mercutio, Were of an age.-Well, Susan is with God; and his brother Valentine ; Mine uncle

She was too good for me : But, as I said, Capulet, his wife, and daughters; My fair on Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen ; niece Rosaline; Livia ; Signior Valentio, That shall slie, marry, I remember it well. and his cousin Tybalt ; Lucio, and the lively 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years ; Helena.

And she was wean’d, I never shall forget

it,A fair assembly; (Gives back the Note.] Whither of all the days of the year, upon that day : should they come ?

For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, Serv. Up.

Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall, Rom. Whither?

My lord and you were then at Mantua :Serv. To supper ; to our house.

Nay, I do bear a braio : ||--but, as I said, Rom. Whose bouse ?

When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple Serv. My master's.

of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool! Rom. Indeed, I should have asked you that to see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug.

before. Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking: My

Shake, quoth the dove-house : 'twas no need,

I trow, master is the great rich Capulet; and if you he | To bid me trudge.

• To inherit, in the language of Shakspeare is to POISESI,

* Estimation.

• To crack a boltle, is still a cant phrase. t Weighed.

Scarcely. To my serres. il.e. I have a perfect recollection,

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to age ;

And since that time it is eleven years :

La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' For then she could stand alone ; nay, by the

love ? rood

Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move : She could have run and waddled all about. But no more deep will I endart mine eye, For even the day before, she broke her brow : Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. And then my busband-God be with his soul ! 'A was a merry man ;-took up the child :

Enter a SERYANT. Yea, quoth he, dost thou fall upon thy face? Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper Thou wilt fall backward, when thou hast more served ap, you called, my young lady asked for,

the nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing Wilt thor not, Jule ? and by my holy dam, + in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech The pretty wretch left crying, and said--Ay: you, follow straight. To see now, how a jest shall come about !

La. Cap. We follow thee.-Juliet, the county I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,

stays. I never should forget it; Wilt thou not, Jule? Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy quoth he :


[Ereunt. And, pretty fool, it stinted, † and said--Ay. La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold

SCENE IV.-A Street. thy peace. Nurse. Yes, madam ; Yet I cannot choose but Enter Romeo, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with laugh,

five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and

others. To think it should leave crying, and say-Ay: And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow

Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone;

excuse ? A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly.

Or shall we on without apology? Yea, quoth my husband, fall'st upon thy face! Ben. The date is out of such prolixity : * Thou wilt fall backuard, when thou com'st We'll bave no Cupid bood-wink'd with a scarf,

Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Wilt thou not, Jule? it stinted, and said-Ay. Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper ; * Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke say I.

After the prompter, for our entrance : Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee But, let them measure us by what they will, to his grace ! $

We'll measure them a measure, I and be gone. Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er 1 nurs'd: Rom. Give me a torch, 6-I am not for this An I might live to see thee married once,

ambling; I have my wish.

Being but heavy, I will bear the light. La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you theme

dance. I came to talk of :-Tell me, daughter Juliet, Rom. Not I, believe me : you have dancing How stands your disposition to be married ?

Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of. With nimble soles : I have a soul of lead

Nurse. An honour! were not I thine only nurse, So stakes me to the ground, I cannot move.
I'd say, thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat. Mer. You are a lover ; borrow Cupid's wings,
Ja. Cap. Well, think of marriage now ; And soar with them above a common bound.
younger than you,

Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft, Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,

To soar with his light feathers; and so bound, Are made already mothers : by my count, I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe : I was your mother much upon these years Under love's heavy burden do I sink. That you are now a maid. Thus then, in Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden

brief ; The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. Too great oppression for a tender thing. Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, man,

Too rude, too boist'rous ; and it pricks like As all the world-why, he's a man of wax. ll

thorn. La. Cap. Verona's summer bath not such a Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough flower,

with love ;

(down. Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very Prick love for pricking, and you beat love flower.

Give me a case to put my visage in : Le. Cap. What say you ? can you love the

[Putting on a Mask, gentleman ?

A'visor for a visor - what care I, This night you shall behold him at our feast : What curious eye doth quote || deformities ? Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, Here are the beetle-brows, shall blush for me. And find delight writ there with beauty's pen ; Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no sooner Examide every married lineament,

But every man betake bim to bis legs. (in, And see how one another lends content ;

Rorn. A torch for me : let wantons, light of And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies,

heart, Find written in the margin of his eyes.

Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels ; This precious book of love, this unbound lover, For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase,-To beautify him, only lacks a cover :

l'll be a candle-holder, and look on, The fish lives in the sea ; ** and 'tis much The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done." pride,

Mer. Tut! dun's the mouse, the coastable's For fair without the fair within to hide :

own word: That book in many's eyes doth sbare the glory, If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire That in gold clasps hcks in the golden story; of this (save reverence) love, wherein thou So shall you share all that he doth possess,

stick'st By having bim, making yourself no less. Up to the ears.--Come, we burn day-light, ho. Nurse. No less ? nay, bigger ; women grow by mnen.

• I. e. Long speeches are out of fashion.

+ A scare-crow, a figure made up to frighten crows. • The cron.

Holy dame, i.e. the blessed virgin. * A dance. * It stopped crying;


A torch-bearer was a constant appendage to every troop of maskers.

Observe. The comments on ancient books were always printed Even in the reign of Charles, the floors of the best in the margin.

houses were strewed with rushes. ** 1.e. Is not yet eaught, whose skin was wanted to ** This is equivalent to phrases in common use I am hind him.

done for, it is over with me.

love ;

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