Imagens das páginas

Rom. Nay, that's not so.

Shall bitterly begin his fearful date Mer. I mean, Sir, in delay

Witb this night's revels ; and expire the term Ve waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Of a despised life, clos's in my breast, Take our good meaning; for our judgment sits By some vile forfeit of untimely death : Five times in that, ere once in our five wits. But He, that hath the steerage of my course,

Rom. And we inean well, in going to this inask; Direct my sail !-On, lusty gentlemen. But 'tis no wit to go.

Ben. Strike, drum.

(Ereunt. Mer. Why, may one ask ? Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night.

SCENE V.-A Hall in CAPULET's House. Mer. And so did I. Rom. Well, what was yours?

Musicians waiting. Enter SERFANTS. Mer. That dreainers often lie.

I Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream to take away? he shift a treucher! be scrape a things true.

trencher ! Mer. O then, I see, queen Mab hath been with 2 Serv. When good manvers shall lie all in you.

one or two meu's hands, and they unwashed too, She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes 'tis a foul thing. In shape no bigger than an agate-stone

i Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove On the fore-finger of an alderman,

the court-cupboard, look to the plate :-good Drawii with a team of little atomies •

thou, save me a piece of marchpane : 1 and, as Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep :

thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Her waggou-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; Grindstone and Nell.–Antony ! and Potpan ! The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ;

2 Serv. Ay, boy ; ready. The traces, of the smallest spider's web;

i Serv. You are looked for, and called for, The collars, of the moonshine's wat'ry beams : asked for, and sought for, in the great chamber. Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash of film: 2 Serv. We cannot be here and there ioo.Her waggoner, a small grey-ccated gnat,

Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer Not half so big as a round little worm

liver take all.

(They retire behind. Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty bazel-nut,

Enter CAPULET, &c. with the Guests and the Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub,

Maskers. Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. Cap. Gentlemen, welcome ! ladies, that have And in this state she gallops night by night

their toes

(you :Through lovers' brains, and then they dream Unplagu'd with corns, will bave a bout with of love :

Ah hal my mistresses ! which of you all On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies will now deny to dance ? she that makes dainty, straight :

sbe, O’er lawyers” fingers, who straight dream on I'll swear, hath corns; Am I come near you now? fees :

You are welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,

day, Wbich oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, That I have worn a visor, and could tell Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, are.

Such as would please ;-'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,

gone :

(play. And then dreams he of smelling out a suit:t You are welcome, gentlemen !--Come, musicians, and sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's A hall! a hall i 1 give room, and foot it, girls. tail,

(Music plays, and they dance. Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep, More light, ye knaves ; and turn the tables up. Then dreams he of another benefice:

And quench the fire, the room is grown too Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,

hot. And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Ah! Sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. or breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet ; or healths five fathom deep; and then anon For you and I are past our danciug days : Drums in bis ear; at which he starts, and How long is't now, since last yourself and I wakes,

Were in a mask 1 And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, 2 (ap. By'r lady, thirty years. And sleeps again. This is that very Mab, i Cap. What, man ! 'tis not so much ; 'tis not That plats the manes of horses in the night,

so much : And bakes the elf-locks 1 in foui sluggish hairs, 'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, Which, once untanlged, much misfortune bodes. Come pentecost as quickly as it will, This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, Some tive and twenty years; and then we That presses them, and learns them first to

mask'd. bear,

2 Cap: 'Tis more, 'tis inore : bis son is elder, Making them women of good carriage.

His son is thirty.

(Siri This, this is she

1 Cap. Will you tell me that? Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace;

His son was but a ward two years ago. Thou talk'st of nothing.

Rom. What lady's that, which doth enrich the Mer. True, I talk of dreams;

hand Which are the children of an idle brain,

of yonder knight? Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ;

Serv. I know not, Sir. Which is as thin of substance as the air ;

Rom. O she doth teach the torches to bura And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes

bright! Even now the frozen bosom of the north, Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night And, being anger'd, puff's away from thence, Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's g ear : Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! Ben. This wind you talk of blows us from so shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, ourselves ;

As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. Supper is done, and we shall come too late.

The measure || done, I'll watch her place of Rom. I fear, too early : for my mind mis

stand, gives Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars,

And, touching her's, make happy my rude hand,

• A cupboard set in a corner like a beaufet on which

+ A place in court. the plate was placed. Ile. Fairy-locks, locks of hair clotted and tangled Almond-cake.

* A clear hall, or make room in the night.

An Ethiopian.

l'he danco.

• Atoms.

with you.

Scene V.

Did my heart love till now ? forswear it, sight! Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word
For I le'er saw true beauty till this night.
Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Mon- Rom. What is her mother
tague :


Nurse. Marry, bachelor,
Fetch me iny rapier, boy :- What ! dares the Her inother is the lady of the house,
Corne hither, cover'd with an antic face, And a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous :
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?

| nurs'd her daughter, that you talk'd withal ;
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, I tell you,-be, that can lay bold of her,
To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.

Shall have the clinks.
I Cap. Why, how now kinsmau ? wherefore Rom. Is she a Capulet?
storm you so?

O dear account ! my life is my foe's debt.
Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe ; Ben. Away, begone ; the sport is at the best.
A villain, that is hither come in spite,

Rom. Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
To scoru at our solemnity this night.

1 Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be I Cup. Young Romeo is't ?

gone ; Tyh.''Tis he, that villain Romeo.

We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. 1 Cap. Coutent thee, gentle coz, let him alone, Is it e'en so ? Why, then I thank you all; He bears him like a portly gentleman ;

I thank you, honest gentlemen ; good night :And, to say truth, Verona brags of him,

More torches bere !--Coine on, then let's to To be a virtuvus and well-govern'd youth :


I would not, for the wealth of all this town, Ah, Sirrah, (TO 2 CAP.] by my fay, t it waxes
Here in my house do him disparagement : I'll to my rest.
Therefore be patient, take no note of him,

(Exeunt all but JULIET and NURSE. It is my will; the which if thou respect,

Jul. Come hither, nurse : What is yon gello Show a fair presence, and put off these frowns,

tleman ? And ill-beseeming seinblance for a feast.

Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio. Tyb. It fits, when such a villain is a guest ;

Jul. What's be, that now is going out of 121 not endure him.

door? I (ap. He shall be endur'd :

(to ;- Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Pe. What, goodman boy !-1 say, he shall ;-Go

truchio. Am I the master bere, or you? go to. (soul- Jul. What's he, that follows there, that would You'll not endure hiin - God sball mend my

hot dance ? You'll inake a mutiny among my guests!

Nurse. I know not.
You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man ! Jul. Go, ask his name :-if be be married,
Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.

My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
I Cap. Oo to, go to,

Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague ; You are saucy, boy ;-Is't so, indeed ?- [wbat. The only son of your great enemy. This trick may chance to scath. you ;-I know

Jul. 'My only love sprung from my only You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time

bate! Well said, my hearts :-You are a princox ; + Too early seen unknown, and know. too late ! go:

Prodigious birth of love it is to me, Be quiet, or-More light, more light, for shame! That I must love a loathed enerny. 1'u make you quiet; What I-Cheerly, my

Nurse. What's this? what's this? bearts.

Jul. A rhyme I learn'd even uow Tyb. Patience perforce with wilful choler of one I danc'd withal. meeting,


(One calls within, Juliet ! Makes my flesh tremble in their different greet.

Nurse. Anon, anon :I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall, Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.

(Exeunt. (E.cit.

Rom. If I profane with my unworthy hand


Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie, This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this, And young affection gapes to be bis heir ; My lips, two blusbing pilgrims, ready stand That fair, which love groau'd for, and would die To smooth that rough touch with a tender

With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. kiss.

Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again,
Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand Alike bewitched by the charm of looks;
too much,

But to his foe suppos'd be must complain,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this ;

And she steals love's sweet bait froin fearful For saints have bands that pilgrims' bands do

hooks :

Being held a foe, he may not have access
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers And she as much in love, her means much less too 3

To meet her new-beloved any where : Jul. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in But passion lends them power, time means to prayer.

meet, Rom. o then, dear saint, let lips do what

Temp’ring extremities with extreme sweet. bands do;

(Exit. They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to des.

Jul. Saints do not move, thougb grant for
prayers' sake.

Rom. Then move not, while my prayer's ef-
fect I take.

SCENE 1.-An open Place, adjoining Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purg'd.

CAPULET's Garden.
(Kissing her. 1

Enter Romso.
Jul. Then have my lips the sin that they have

Rom. Can I go forward, when my beart is
Rom. Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly

here? Give me my sin again.

[urg'al Turu back, dull earth, 6 and find thy centre out. Jul. You kiss by the book.

(He climbs the Wall, and leaps dou'n

within it.
• Do you an injury.

+ A coxcomb.
• In our poet's time, « nlute' in a public assembly • A collation of fruit, wine, &c.

Faith. sht not be esteemed indecorous.

#le. Himself.

Enter BENVOLIO, and MERCUTIO. o that I were a glove upon that hand, Ben. Romeo ! my cousin Romeo !

That I might touch that cheek! Mer. He is wise ;

Jul. Ah me! And, on my life, bath stolen him home to bed.

Rom, She speaks :Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard o speak again, bright angel! for thou art wall :

As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, Call, good Mercutio.

As is a winged messenger of heaven Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too.

Unto the wbite-upturned wond'ring eyes Romeo ! humours ! inadman ! passion ! lover!

of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh,

When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,

Aud sails upon the bosom of the air.
Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied ;
Cry but-Ah me! couple but-love and dove ;

Jul. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thoa

Romeo 1
Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,

Deny thy father, and refuse thy name :
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,

Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, When king Cophetua lov'd the beggarmaid..

And I'll no longer be a Capalet. He heareth not, stirreth not, he moveth not ;

Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at

this? The ape + is dead, and I must conjure him.

(A side. I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,

Jul. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy; By her high forehead, and her scarlet lip,

Thou art thyself though, not a Montague. By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering What's Montagne ? it is nor hand, nor foot, thigh,

Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,

Belonging to a man. O be some other name ! That in thy likeness thou appear to us.

What's in a name ? that which we call a rose, Ben. An if he bear thee, thou wilt anger By any other name would smell as sweet : bim.

So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd : Mer. This cannot anger bim: 'twould anger Without that title : -Romeo, doff + thy name ;

Retain that dear persection which he owes, To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle

[him of some strange nature, letting it there stand

And for that name, which is no part of thee, Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down ;

Take all myself. That were some spite : my invocation

Rom. I take thee at thy word : Is fair and honest, and, in his mistress' name,

Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd : I conjure only but to raise up him.

Henceforth I never will be Romeo. Ben. Come, he bath bid himself among those Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd trees,

in night, To be consorted with the humoroust night :

So stumblest on my counsel : Blind is bis love, and best befits the dark.

Rom. By a name Mer. If love be blind, love cannot bit the I know not how to tell thee who I am ; mark.

My name, dear saint, is bateful to myself, Now will he sit under a medlar tree,

Because it is an enemy to thee; And wish his mistress were ibat kind of fruit,

Had I it written, I would tear the word. As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.

Jul. My ears have not yet drunk a hundred Romeo, good night ;-I'll to my truckle-bed ;

words This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep : of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the Come, shall we go?

sound: Ben. Go, then ; for 'tis in vain

Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague ? To seek him bere, that means not to be found. Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dis



Jul. How cam'st thou hitber, tell me? and SOENE II.-CAPULET's Garden.


The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; Enter Romeo.

And the place death, considering who thou art,

If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a Rom. With love's light wings did I o'erperch wound.

these walls; (Juliet appears above at a Window. For stony limits cannot hold love out : But, soft! wbat light through yonder window And what love can do, that dares love attempt ; breaks!

Therefore thy kinsmen are no let I to me. It is the east, and Juliet is the sun

Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

thee. Who is already sick and pale with grief,

Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine That thou her maid art far more fair than she :


(sweet, Be uot her maid, $ since she is envious ; Her vestal livery is but sick and green,

Than twenty of their swords : look thou but

And I am proof against their enmity.
And none but fools do wear it ; cast it off.
It is my lady ; 0 it is my love :

Jul. I would not, for the world, they saw thee

here. o that she knew she were

Rom, I have night's cloak to hide me from She speaks, yet sbe says nothing; What of that?

their sight; Her eye discourses, I will answer it.I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks :

And, but thou love me, let them find me here : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,

My life were better ended by their hate, Having some business, do entreat her eyes

Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. To twinkle in their spheres till they return.

Jul. By whose direction found'st thou out this What if her eyes were there, they in her head

place? The brightness of her cbeek would shame those

Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to in

quire ; stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven

He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. Would through the airy region stream so bright, As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sa,

I am no pilot : yet, wert thou as far That birds would sing, and think it were not I would adventure for such merchandise.

night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand !

Jul. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my


Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, • Alluding to the old ballad of the King and the Begkar. + This phrase in Shakspeare's time wng used as an expression of tenderness. * Humid.

• Owas.

Lay aside.
A rotary to the moon, to Dianı.

• Hinderapce.

Vuless thou love me.

For that which thou hast heard me speak to. Nurse. [Within.] Madam. night.

Jul. I come, anon :-But if thou mean'st not Fain would I dwell on form ; fain, fain deny I do beseech thee,-

(well, What I bave spoke; But farewell compliment ! Nurse. (Within.] Madam. Dost thou love ine? I know thou wilt say Jul. By and by, I come :Ay;

To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: And I will take thy word : yet, if thou swear’st, To-morrow will í seud. Thou may'st prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, Rom. So thrive my soul,They say Jove laughs. O gentle Roineo,

Jul. A thousand times good night! (Erit. If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully :

Rom. A thousand times the worse to want thy Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,

light.l'll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay, Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their So thou wilt woo : but, else, not for the world.

books ; In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;

But love from love, toward school with heavy And therefore thou may'st think my baviour


(Retiring slowly. light: Bat trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true

Re-enter JULIET, above. Than those that have more cunning to be Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist 1-0 for a falconer's strange.


voice, 1 should have been more strange, I must con- To lure this tassel-gentle • back again! But that thog over-heard'st, ere I was ware, Bondage is boarse, and may not speak aloud ; My true love's passion: therefore pardon me ; Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And not impute this yielding to light love, Aud make ber airy longue inore hoarse than Which the dark night hath so discovered.

inine Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, With repetition of my Romeo's name. That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,- Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name : Jul. O swear not by the moon, the inconstant How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, moon,

Like softest music to attending tars! That monthly changes in her circled orb,

Jul. Romeo ! Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Rom. My sweet! Rom. What shall I swear by ?

Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow Jul. Do not swear at all ;

Shall I send to thee? Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,

Rom. At the bour of nine. Which is the god of my idolatry,

Jul. I will not fail ; 'tis twenty years till Aud I'll believe thee.

then. Rom. If my heart's dear love

I bave forgot why I did call thee back. Jul. Well, do not swear : although I joy in Rom. Let me stand here ull tbou remember thee,

it. I have no joy of this contract to-night :

Jul. I shall forget, to bave thee still stand It is too rash, too inadvis'd, too sudden;

there, Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Rememb’ring how I love thy company. Ere one can say-It lightens. Sweet, good Rom. And I'll still stay, to have thee still night!

forget This bad of love, by summer's ripening breath, Forgetting any other bome but this. May prove a beauteous flower when next we Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee meet.

gone : Good night, good night! as sweet repose and And yet no further than a wanton's bird; rest

Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Come to thy heart, as that within my breast ! Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyres, i

Rom. O wilt thou leave me so unsatistied ? And with a silk thread plucks it black again, Jul. Wbat satisfaction caust thou have to so loving-jealous of his liberty. night?

Rom. I would I were thy biid. Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow Jul. Sweet, so would 1: for mine.

Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst re. Good night, good night? Partng is such sweet quest it ;

sorrow, And yet I would it were to give again.

That I shall say-good night, till it be morrow, Ronn. Woulást thou withdraw it ? for what pur

[Erit pose, love?

Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in Jul. But to be frank, + and give it thee again.

thy breast ! And yet I wish but for the thing I have : 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell: My love as deep ; the more I give to thee, His help to crave, and my dear hap i to tell. Ibe more I have, for both are infinite.

(Exit. Nurse calls within. I hear some noise within ; Dear love, adieu ! SCENE III.-- Friar LAURENCE's Cell. Adon, good nurse! --Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again. (Exit.

Enter Friar LAURENCE, with a Basket. Rom. o blessed blessed nighi! I am afeard, Fri. The grey-ey'd moru smiles on the frown. Being in night, all this is but a dream,

ing night,

[light; Tou flattering-sweet to be substantial.

Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of

Aud fecked y darkness like a drunkard reels Re-enter JCLIET, above.

From forth day's path-way, made by Thun's || Jul. Three words, dear Romeo, and good

wheels : night indeed.

Now ere the sun advance his burning eye, If that thy bent of love be honourable, The day to cheer, and night's dark dew to dry, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, I must fill up this osier cage of ours, By one that I'll procure to come to thee, With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers, Wbere and what time thou wilt perform ibe rite ; The earth, that's uature's mother, is ber tomb; And all my fortales at thy foot I'll lay,

What is her burying grave, that is her womb: And follow thee, my lord, throughout the And from her womb children of divers kim world :

We sucking on her natural bosom tind;

1. e. More artfully assume coldnesa, * Free.

• Inclination.

• The male of the goshawk. I Cbauce.

Spoteid, streaked.

+ Fetters. The sun,

love now,

Many for many virtues excellent,

Rom. Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline. None but for some, and yet all different.

Fri. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine, O mickle is the powerful grace * that lies

Rom. And bad'st me bury love. In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities; Fri. Not in a grave, For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, To lay one in, another out to have. Lut to the earth some special good doth give; Rom. I pray thee, chide not : she, whom I Nor aught so good, but straiu'd from that fair use,

Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse : The other did not so. Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied ; Fri. O she knew well, And vice sometime's by action dignitied.

Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell, Within the infant rind of this small flower But come, young waverer, come go with me, Poison hath residence, and med'cine power: In one respect l'll thy assistant be; For this, being smelt, with that part cheers for this alliance may so happy prove, each part;

To turn your households' tancour to pure love. Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Rom. O let us hence; I stand on sudden Two such opposed foes encamp them still

haste. In man as weil as herbs-grace and rude will ; Fri. Wisely and slow; they stumble that run Avd, where the worser is predominant,


(Eseunt. Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.

SCENE IV.-A Street.
Enter ROMEO.

Rom. Good morrow, father ;
Fri. Benedicite!

Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be !
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? -Came he not home to-night?
Young son, it argues a distemper'd head,

Ben. Not to his father's ; I spoke with his So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed ;

man. Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,

Mer. Ah! that same pale hard-hearted wench, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie ;

that Rosaline, But where unbruised youth with unstuft'd brain Torments him so, that he will snre run mad. Dotb coucb his limbs, there golden sleep doth Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, reign :

Hath sent a letter to his father's house. Therefore thy earliness doth me assure,

Mer. A challenge, on my life. Thou art up-rous'd by some distemp'rature;

Ben. Romeo will answer it. Or, if not so, then here I hit it right

Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a Our Romeo hath not been in bed to night.

letter. Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, mine.

how he dares, being dared. Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosa- Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead; line ?

stabbed with a white wench's black eye ; shot Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father ? no; thorough the ear with a love-song ; tbe very I have forgot that time, and that name's woe. pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's Fri. That's my good son : But where bast butt-shalt: 1 And is he a man to encounter thou been then ?

Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. Ben. Why, what is Tybalt?
I have been seasting with mine enemy ;

Mer. More than prince of cats, I can tell Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me, you. 0 he is the courageous captain of compliThat's by me wounded ; both our remedies ments. He fights as you sing prick-song, $ Within thy help and holy physic lies :

keeps time, distance, and proportion ; rests me I bear no batred, blessed man; for, lo,

his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your My intercession likewise steads my foe.

bosom : the very butcber of a silk button, a Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy duellist, a duellist; a gentlman of the very first drift ;

house,-of the first and second cause : Ah, the Riddling confession finds but riddling sbrift. immortal passado! the punto reverso ! the bay !| Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love

Ben. The what? is set

Mer. The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting, On the fair daughter of rich Capulet :

fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents !-B3 As mine on her's, so her's is set on mine ; Jesu, a very good blade !-a very tall man ! And all combin'd save what thou must com- a very good whore !-Why, is not this a lamenbine

table thing, grandsire, that we sbould be thus By boly marriage : When, and where, and how, afficted with these strange flies, these fashionWe met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, mongers, these pardonnez-moys, who stand so I'll be thee as we pass; but this I pray,

much on the new form, that they can sit at That thou consent to marry us this day.

ease on the old bench? O their bons, thei Fri. Holy Saint Francis ! wbat a change is bons /

here! Is Rosaline, whom thon didst love so dear,

Enter Romeo. So soon forsaken ? young men's love then lies Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeu. Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring : Jesu Maria! what a deal of brine

--O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishidied !-Now Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline ! is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in : How much salt water thrown away in waste, Laura, to his lady, was but a kitchen-Wench; To season love, that of it doth not taste!

-marry, she had a better love to be-rhyme her: The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, Dido, a dowdy ; Cleopatra, a gipsy; Helen and Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears ; Hero, hildings and barlots ; Thisbe, a grey eye Lo, here upou thy cheek the stain doth sit or so, but not to the purpose.-Signior Romeo, Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet : bon jour ! there's a French salutation to your If e'er thou wast thyself, and these woes thiue, French slop. ** You gave us the counterfeit Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline ; And art thou chang'd ? pronounce this sentence Le It is of the utmost consequence for me to be hasty.

fairly last night. then


+ Arrow. t See the story of Reynard the Fox Women may fall, when there's no strength in By notes pricked down. I Terms of the fenc

ing Achool.

In ridicule of Frenchified cox

combs. • Virtue.

« Trowsers or pantaloons, a Frapab fashion in Shakspeare's time.

« AnteriorContinuar »