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Cap. Ha! let me see her:-out, alas ! she's cold;
Nurse. O lamentable day!
Enter friar Laurence and Paris, with Musicians. Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
Cap. Ready to go, but never to return.2 O lon, the night before thy wedding-day Hath death lain with thy wife.-See, there she lies, Flower as she was, deflowered now by him. 3 Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir : My daughter he hath wedded! I will die, And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's.
Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's face 4, And doth it give me such a sight as this?
La. Cap. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour, that time e'er faw,
2 O fon, the night before thy wedding-day
Hath death lain with thy wife.-) Euripides has sported with this thought in the same manner. Iphig. in Aul, v. 460.
« Τήν-' αυταλαιγαν παρθενον (τι παρθενον) ?
“ An; vv, ; a vu; ??UT: 11xd.” RAWLINSON. 3 Death is any son-in-law, &c.] The remaining part of the speech I have reitored from the quarto, 1609. STEEVENS. * The quarto, 1597, continues the speech of Paris thus:
And doth it now present such prodigies ?
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
Nurse. 50 woe! oh woful, woful, woful day!
Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spighted, Nain!
Cap. Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr'd, killd! Uncomfortable time! why cam'ít thou now To murder, murder our solemnity?O child ! O child! my soul, and not my child ! Dead art thou! alack! my child is dead; And, with my child, my joys are buried. Fri. Peace, ho, for Thame!
Confusion's cure lives not In these confusions. Heaven and yourself Had part
in this fair maid; now heaven hath all;
so woe! oh woul, &c.] This speech of exclamations is not in the edition above cited. Several other parts, unnecessary or tautology, are not to be found in the said edition, which occasions the variation in this from the common books. Pope. 6 In former editions,
Peace, ho, for fame, confusions : care lives not
In these confufions.] This speech, though it contains good Chriftian doctrine, though it is perfectly in character for the Friar, Mr. Pope has curtailed to little or nothing, because it has not the fanation of the first old copy. But there was another reason : certain corruptions started, which should have required the indulging his private fenje to make them intelligible, and this was an unreasonable labour. As I have reformed the passage above quoted, I dare warrant I have restored our poet's text; and a fine fenfible reproof it contains against immcderate grief. THEOBALD, H 3
And all the better is it for the maid.
Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
Fri. Sir, go you in, and, Madam, go with him; And go, Sir
Paris ; every one prepare
. [Exeunt Capulet, lady Capulet, Paris, and Frier. Muf. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes and be gone. Nurse
. Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up; For, well you know, this is a pitiful cafe.
? For tho' fome nature bids us all lament,] Some nature ? Sure, it is the general rule of nature, or the could not bid us all lament. I have ventured to substitute an epithet, which, I suspect, was lost in the idle corrupted word jome ; and which admirably quadrates with the verse fucceeding this. THE B.
Muf. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. .
Enter Peter. Pet. Musicians, oh, musicians, heart's ease, heart's
ease : Oh, an you will have me live, play beart's ease.
Muf. Why, heart's ease.
Pet. O musicians, because my heart itself plays,8 My beart itself is full of woe. 90, play me some merry dump, to comfort me. Muf
. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. Pet. You will not then? Muf. No. Pet. I will then give it you foundly. Muf. What will you give us ?
Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleck. I will give you the minstrel.
Muf. Then will I give you the serving-creature.
Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets. I'll re you, I'll fa you, do you note me? Muf. An you re us, and fa us, you note us.
2 Muf: Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
Pet. Then have at you with my wit: I will drybeat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger:—answer me like men:
My heart itself is full of woé.] This, if I mistake not, is the beginning of an old ballad. SteevenS.
O, play me some merry dump, to comfort me.] This is not in the folio, but the answer plainly requires it. JOHNSON.
A dump anciently signified some kind of dance, as well as forrow. So in Humour out of Breath, a comedy, by John Day,
“ He loves nothing but an Italian dump,
When griping grief the beart dotb wound,
* And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Then mufick with ber filver found Why silver found! why, musick with ber silver found ? What say you, Simon Catling?
‘i Muf. Marry, Sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
Pet. Pratest! What say you, 3 Hugh Rebeck ?
2 Muf. I say silver found, because musicians found for silver.
Pet. Prateft too! What say you, James SoundBoard?
3 Muf. 'Faith, I know not what to say.
Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the finger : I will say for you. It is, mufick with her silver sound, because musicians have no gold for sounding. Then mufick with her silver found
With speedy help doth lend redress. [Exit finging. Muf. What a pestilent knave is this fame?
2 Muf. Hang him, Jack! come, we'll in here, carry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt.
? This line I have recovered from the old copy, which was wanting to complete the stanza as it is afterwards repeated.
STEEVENS. 3 Hugh Rebeck ?] The fidler is so called from an instrument with three ftrings, which is mentioned by several of the old writers.--So in Beaumont and Fletcher's Knight of the Burning Peffle :
'Tis present death for these fidlers to tune their “ rebesks before the Great Turk's grace." STEEV,