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Rom. What, shall I groan and tell thee?
Ben. Groan? why, no; but fadly tell me, who.
Rom. Bid a fick man in sadness make his will-

O word, ill-urg'd to one that is so ill!

In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

Ben. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you lov'd.
Rom. A right good marks-man ;--and she's fair, I love.
Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
Rom. But, in that hit, you miss; -she'll not be hit

With Cupia's arrow; she hath Dian's wit:
And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
From love's weak childish bow, the lives unharm'd..
She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Nor 'bide th' encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor ope her lap to saint-feducing gold.
O she is rich in beauty; only poor,

That when she dies, with her dies Beauty's store. (5)

Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still live chaste?-
Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste.
For beauty, starv'd with her severity,
Cuts beauty off from all pofterity.
She is too fair, too wife; wisely too fair,
To merit bliss by making me despair;
She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow.
Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.

Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her.
Rom. O, teach me how I should forget to think.
Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes;

Examine other beauties.

Rom. 'Tis the way

To call hers (exquifite) in question more:
I hose happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' brows,
Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair;

(5) That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store.) This conveys.. no. fatisfactory idea to me. I have ventur'd'at a flight transpofition, which gives a meaning, warranted, I think, by what Romer says in his very next speech. She is rich in beauty, and if the dies a maid, the cuts off that beauty from its fucceffion.

For beauty, Aaru'd with her severity,
Cuts beauty off from all pofterity.

He

He that is strucken blind, cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eye-fight loft.
Shew me a mistress that is passing fair;
What doth her beauty serve, but as a note,
Where I may read, who pass'd that passing fair?:
Farewel, thou canst not teach me to forget.

Ben...I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.

Enter Capulet; Paris, and Servant.

Cap. And Montague is bound as well as 1,
In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard
For men so old as we to keep the peace.

[Exeunt.

Par. Of honourable reck'ning are you both,
And, pity 'tis, you liv'd at odds so long:
But now, my Lord, what say you to my fuit ?

Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before :
My child is yet a stranger in the world,
She hath not fseen the change of fourteen years;
Let two more fummers wither in their pride,
Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made.
Cap. And too foon marr'd are those so early made:
The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but the..
She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
My will to her consent is but a part;
If the agree, within her scope of choice
Lies my consent, and fair according voice :
This night, I hold an old-accustom'd feast,
Whereto I have invited many a guest,
Such as I love; and you, among the store,
One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
At my poor house, look to behold this night
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven's light.
Such comfort as do lusty young men feel,
When well-apparel'd April on the heel
Of limping Winter treads, even such delight
A mong fresh female-buds shall you this night

Inherit

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Inherit at my house; hear all, all fee,
And like her most, whose merit most shall be:
Which on more view of many, mine, being one,.
May stand in number, tho' in reck'ning none.
Come, go with me. Go, firrah, trudge about,.
Through fair Verona; find those persons out
Whose names are written there; and to them say,
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.

[Exeunt Capulet and Paris.

Serv. Find them out, whose names are written here? -It is written, that the Shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the Taylor with his last, the Fisher with his pencil, and the Painter with his nets, But I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ;: and can never find what names the writing person hath. here writ. I must to the Learned.-In good time,-

Enter Benvolio and Romeo.

Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish : Turn giddy, and be help'd by backward turning;

One defperate grief cure with another's languish :

Take thou some new infection to the eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.

Rom. Your plantan leaf is excellent for that.

Ben. For what, I pray thee?

Rom. For your broken shin.

Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad?

Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is::

Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Whipt and tormented; and-Good e'en, good fellow.
[To the Servant. -

Serv. God gi' good e'en: I pray, Sir, can you read?
Rom. Ay, mine own fortune is my misery.

Serv. Perhaps, you have learn'd it without book:

but, I pray,

Can you read any thing you fee?

Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the language...

Serv. Ye say honestly, rest you merry,

Rom. Stay, fellow, I can read.

[He

[He reads the letter.] Ignior Martino, and his wife and daughters: Count Anfelm and his beauteous fifters; the lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and his lovely nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece Rofaline; Livia; Signior Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena... A fair assembly; whither should they come? (6)

Serv. Up.

Rom. Whither ?

Serv. To supper, to our house.
Rom. Whose house ?

Serv. My master's.

Rom. Indeed, I should have askt you that before. Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking. My master isthe great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house off Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Reft you merry. [Exit.

Ben. At this fame ancient feast of Capulet's
Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'it;
With all th' admired beauties of Verona.
Go thither, and, with unattainted eye,
Compare her face with some that I shall show,
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains fuch falshoods, then turn tears to fires
And these, who, often drown'd, could never die,.
Transparent hereticks, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than my love! th' all-feeing Sun
Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun.
Ben. Tut! tut! you saw her fair, none elfe being by
Herself pois'd with herself, in either eye :

(6) A fair afsfembly: whither should they come? Serv. Up.

Rom. Whither? to supper?

Serv. To our house.] Romeo had read over the list of invited guests, but he must be a prophet, to know they were invited to supper. This comes much more aptly from the fervant's anfwer, than Romeo's ques tion; and must undoubtedly be placed to him. Mr. Warburton.

But

But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd
Your lady-love against some other maid, (7)
That I will shew you, shining at this feast,
And she will shew scant well, that now shews best.
Rom. I'll go along, no such fight to be shewn,
But to rejoice in splendor of mine own. [Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Capuler's Houfe.

Enter Lady Capulet, and Nurse..

Ea..Cap. N

URSE, where's my daughter? call her

forth to me.

Nurse. Now (by my maiden-head, at twelve years old); I' bade her come; what, lamb, -what, lady-bird, God forbid!-where's this girl? what, Juliet ?

Enter Juliet.

Jul. How now, who calls?

Nurse. Your mother.

Jul. Madam, I am here, what is your will?
La. Cap. This is the matter

Nurse, give leave a

while, we must talk in secret; Nurse, come back again, I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel: thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.

Nurse. Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
La. Cap. She's not fourteen.

Nurje. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, (and yet to my teen be it spoken, I have but four;) she's not fourteen; how long is it now to Lammas-tide?

La. Cap. A fortnight and odd days.

Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, come Lammas-eve at night, small she be fourteen. Susan and

(7)

_ let there be weigh'd

Your lady's love against some other maid.] But the comparifon was. not to be betwixt the love that Romeo's mistress paid him, and the persor of any other young woman: but betwixt Romeo's mistress herfelf, and some other that should be match'd against her. The Poet: therefore must certainly have wrote ;

Your lady-love against some other maid...

So the comparison stands right, and sensibly.

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