That unsubstantial death is amorous 9; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you 9 Burton, in his Anatomy of Melancholy, ed. 1632, p. 463, speaking of the power of beauty, tells us :-' But of all the tales in this kinde, that is most memorable of Death himselfe, when he should have stroken a sweet young virgin with his dart he fell in love with the object.' Burton refers to the EpwτоTaιуviov of Angerianus; but Steevens had met with the same fable in some other ancient book. So in Daniel's Complaint of Rosamond : : Ah, now methinks I see death dallying seeks To entertain itselfe in love's sweete place.' In the quarto of 1597 the above passage appears thus :— How well thy beauty doth become this grave! O, I believe that unsubstantial death Is amorous, and doth court my love. With worms, that are thy chamber-maids. Thy drugs are swift: thus with a kiss I die.' The text follows the quarto of 1599, which corresponds with the folio; except that some superfluous words and lines, which were repeated by the carelessness of the transcriber or printer, are here omitted. 10 In The Second Maiden's Tragedy, recently printed from a MS. in the Lansdown collection, monuments are styled the 'palaces of death.' 11 See note 1, on Act iv. Sc. 5. The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss [Dies. Enter at the other end of the Churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a Lantern, Crow, and Spade. Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night Have my old feet stumbled at graves 13?—Who's there? Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead? Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond' that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless sculls? as I discern, It burneth in the Capels' monument. Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, One that you love. Fri. Bal. Fri. How long hath he been there? Bal. Who is it? Romeo. Full half an hour. I dare not, sir: Fri. Go with me to the vault. Bal. 12 Conduct for conductor. So in a former scene:And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now.' 13 This accident was reckoned ominous. So in King Henry VI. Part III.: 'For many men that stumble at the threshold Are well foretold that danger lurks within.' And in King Richard III. Hastings, going to execution, says:'Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did stumble.' My master knows not, but I am gone hence; Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone:-Fear comes upon me: O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought 14, And that my master slew him. Romeo? [Advances. Fri. [Enters the Monument. Romeo! O, pale!—Who else? what, Paris too? And steep'd in blood?—Ah, what an unkind hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance!— The lady stirs 15. [JULIET wakes and stirs. Jul. O, comfortable friar! where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am:- -Where is 14 This is one of the touches of nature that would have escaped the hand of any painter less attentive to it than Shakspeare. What happens to a person while he is under the manifest influence of fear, will seem to him, when he is recovered from it, like a dream. Homer (book viii.) represents Rhesus dying, fast asleep, and, as it were, beholding his enemy in a dream, plunging a sword into his bosom. Eustathius and Dacier both applaud this image as very natural; for a man in such a condition, says Mr. Pope, awakes no further than to see confusedly what environs him, and to think it not a reality, but a vision. Let me add, that this passage appears to have been imitated by Quintus Calaber, xiii. 125:— Πότμον όμως ορόωντες ὄνειρασιν. Steevens. 15 In the alteration of this play, now exhibited on the stage, Garrick appears to have been indebted to Otway, who perhaps, without any knowledge of the story as told by Da Porto and Bandello, does not permit his hero to die before his wife awakes. Fri. I hear some noise.-Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; A greater Power than we can contradict Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; no longer. [Exit. Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:- 16 Shakspeare has been arraigned for making Romeo die before Juliet awakes from her trance, and thus losing a happy opportunity of introducing an affecting scene between these unfortunate lovers. He had undoubtedly never read the Italian novel, or any literal translation of it; and has in this particular followed the old poem or an older drama on the subject. Be this as it may-Augustus Schlegel remarks, that the poet seems to have hit upon what was best. There is a measure of agitation, beyond which all that is superadded becomes torture, or glides off ineffectually from the already saturated mind. In case of the cruel reunion of the lovers for an instant, Romeo's remorse for his overhasty self-murder, Juliet's despair over her deceitful hope, at first cherished, then annihilated, that she was at the goal of her wishes, must have deviated into caricatures. Nobody surely doubts that Shakspeare was able to represent these with suitable force; but here every thing soothing was welcome, in order that we may not be frightened out of the melancholy, to which we willingly resign ourselves, by too painful discords. Why should we heap still more upon accident, 1 Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy:-Which way? Jul. Yea, noise?-then I'll be brief.-O happy dagger! [Snatching ROMEO's Dagger. This is thy sheath [Stabs herself]; there rust, and let me die 17. [Falls on ROMEO's Body, and dies. Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS. Page. This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn. 1 Watch. The ground is bloody; Search about the churchyard : Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach. [Exeunt some. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain; And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain these two days buried.Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets,Raise up the Montagues,-some others search;— [Exeunt other Watchmen." We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; But the true ground of all these piteous woes, We cannot without circumstance descry. that is already so guilty? Wherefore shall not the tortured Romeo quietly "Shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From his world-wearied flesh?" He holds his beloved in his arms, and, dying, cheers himself with a vision of everlasting marriage. She also seeks death, in a kiss, upon his lips. These last moments must belong unparticipated to tenderness, that we may hold fast to the thought, that love lives, although the lovers perish.' 17 Thus the quarto of 1599. That of 1597 reads:- Oh, happy dagger! thou shalt end my fear; |