Rom. What, shall I groan and tell thee? 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. With Cupia's arrow; she hath Dian's wit: That when she dies, with her dies Beauty's store. (5) Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still live chaste?- Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. Examine other beauties. Rom. 'Tis the way To call hers (exquifite) in question more: (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, He He that is strucken blind, cannot 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, [Exeunt. Par. Of honourable reck'ning are you both, Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before : Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. Inherit 1 Inherit at my house; hear all, all fee, [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, 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, Serv. God gi' good e'en: I pray, Sir, can you read? 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. 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 Rom. When the devout religion of mine 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 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? 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. 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. Are |