Difplant a town, reverfe a prince's doom; Fri. O, then I fee that madmen have no ears. Rom. How fhould they, when that wife men have no eyes? Fri. Let me difpute with thee of thy estate. Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou doft not feel: Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, Then might'ft thou fpeak, then might'ft thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the ground as I do now, Taking the meafure of an unmade grave. Fri. Arife; one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thy felf. [Knock within. Rom. Not I; unlefs the breath of heart-fick groans, Mift-like, infold me from the fearch of eyes. [Knock. Fri. Hark, how they knock !-Who's there? Romeo, arife. Thou wilt be taken-Stay a while :-stand up: [Knocks. Run to my ftudy-By and by :-God's will! What wilfulness is this?-I come, I come. [Knock. Who knocks fo hard? whence come you? what's your will? Nurfe. [Within.] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand : I come from lady Juliet. Fri. Welcome then. Enter Nurfe. Nurfe. O holy Friar, oh, tell me, holy Friar, Where is my lady's lord? where's Romeo? Fri. There, on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Nurfe. Nurse. O he is even in my mistress' case, Juft in her cafe-O woful fympathy! Piteous predicament! even fo lies the, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. Stand up, ftand up :- Stand, an' you be a man: For Juliet's fake, for her fake, rise and stand. 2 Why should you fall into fo deep an O? Rom. Nurfe! Nurfe. Ah Sir! ah Sir!-Death is the end of all. Rom. Spak'st 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 weeps; And now falls on her bed, and then ftarts up, Rom. As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, and Did murder her, as that name's curfed hand Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may fack Fri. Hold thy defperate hand. [Drawing his fword. Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou art : + Unseemly woman in a feeming man! 2 SO HANMER. The other editions read, 3 And Why should you fall into fo deep an ob? JOHNSON. The quarto reads, cancell'd love. STEEVENS. throw 1 And ill-befeeming beaft in feeming both! Why rail'ft thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth, meet In thee at once, which thou at once wouldft lofe? And useft none in that true ufe indeed, 5 And thou difmember'd with thine own defence. threw out of his edition for defperate. But it is easily restored as Shakespeare wrote it into good pertinent fenfe. Unfeemly woman in a feeming man! AN ill-bejeeming beaft in seeming GROTH! i. e. you have the ill-befeeming paffions of a brute beaft 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 feemly. WARBURTON. The old reading is probable. Thou art a beaft of ill qualities, under the appearance both of a woman and a man. JOHNSON. 5. And thou dijmember'd with thine own defence.] And thou torn to pieces with thy own weapons. JOHNSON. But But thou flew'st Tybalt; there too art thou happy. Go before, Nurfe. Commend me to thy lady, Nurfe. O Lord, I could have ftaid here all the night, To hear good counfel. Oh, what learning is! Rom. Do fo, and bid my fweet prepare to chide. Nurfe. Here, Sir, a ring the 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 6 all your ftate ; Either begone before the watch be fet, Much of this laft fpeech has likewise been added fince the first edition. STEEVENS. Go bence. Good night, &c.] These three lines are omitted in all the modern editions. JoHNSON. 7 here ftands all your fate ;] The whole of your fortune depends on this. JOHNSON, Or Or by the break of day, difguis'd from hence. Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell. Good night, It were a grief, fo brief to part with thee: 8 SCENE A room in Capulet's boufe. IV. Enter Capulet, lady Capulet, and Paris. [Exeunt. Cap. Things have fallen out, Sir, fo unluckily, I would have been a-bed an hour ago. Par. Thefe times of woe afford no time to woo. Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter. La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to morrow; To-night fhe's mew'd up to her heaviness. Cap. 9 Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender SCENE IV. Some few unneceffary verfes are omitted in this fcene according to the oldeft editions. POPE. Thefe verfes are fuch as will by no means connect with the laft and most improved copy of the play. STEEVENS. 9 Sir Paris, I will make a DESPERATE tender Of my child's love. -] Desperate means only bold, advent'rous, as if he had faid in the vulgar phrafe, I will speak a bold ver, and venture to premife you my daughter. JOHNSON. |