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But soft! what light through yonder window The Street.
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun !- [breaks?
[Juliet appears above at a window. Enter Romeo alone.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Rom. CAN I go forward, when my heart is 5 Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. Be not her maid, since she is envious;
[Exit. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, Enter Benvolio, with Mercutio.
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.Ben. Romeo! my cousin Ronieo!
10 It is my lady: 0, it is love: Mer. He is wise ;
0, that she knew she were !And, on my life, hath stol’n him home to bed. She speaks, yet she says nothing; What of that?
Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard Her eye discourses, I will answer it. Call, good Mercutio.
[wall: I am too bold, 'tis not to me it speaks: Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too. [lover ! 15 Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Why, Romeo! humours ! madman! passion! Having some business, do intreat her eyes Appear thou in the likeness of a sighi,
To twinkle in their spheres 'till they return. Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied ; What if her cyes were there, they in her head? Cry but-Ay me! couple but-love and dove; The brightnessofhercheekwouldshamethosestars, Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, 20 As day-light doth a lamp: her eye in heaven One nick-name to her purblind son and heir, Would through the airy region stream so bright, Young Adain Cupid, he that shot so trim, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. When king Cophetua lov'd the beggar maid':- See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! He beareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not ; 10, that I were a glove upon that hand, The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.- 25 That I might touch that check! I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
Jul. Ay me! By her high forehead, and her scarlei lip,
Rom. She speaks : By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, 0, speak again, bright angel! for thou art And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, That in thy likeness thou appear to us. 30 As is the winged messenger of heaven
Ben. An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Into the white up-turned wond’ring eyes
Mer. This cannot anger him : 'twould anger him Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds,
wilt not, be but sworn my love,
Aside. Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the Jul. 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy; Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague !. And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, What's Montaguer it is nor hand, nor foot, As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.- 45 Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part: Romeo, good night;-I'll to my truckle-bed; What's in a name? That which we call a rose, This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep: By any other name would smell as sweet; Come, shall we go?
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo callid, Ben. Go, then; for 'tis in vain
Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Toseck him here, that means not to be found. 50 Without that title:-Romco, doff thy naine;
[Ereunt. And for that name, which is no part of thee, SCENE II.
Take all myself.
Rom. I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new-baptiz’d; Rom. Hejests at scars, that never felt a wound.—1551[lenceforth I never will be Roinco.
* Alluding to an old ballad preserved in Dr. Percy's Reliques of ancient English Poetry. Shakspeare ineans humid, the moist dezvy night. ''The sense is, Thou artthyself (i. e. a beng of distinguished excellence), though thou art not what thou appearest to others, akin to dy family in malice.
Jul. What man art thou, that, thus bescreen'd Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow in night,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops, So stumblest on my counsel ?
Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant Rom. By a name
moon, I know not how to tell thee who I am:
5 That monthly changes in her circled orb, My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Because it is an enemy to thee;
Rom. What shall I swear by? Had I it written, I would tear the word. [words
Jul. Do not swear at all ; Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound;10 Which is the god of my idolatry; Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
And I'll believe thee. Rom. Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. Rom. If my heart's dear love Jul. How cam'st thou hither, tell me, and Jul. Well, do not swear; although I joy in thee, wherefore?
I have no joy of this contract to-night : The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb;151t is too rash, too unadris'd, too sudden; And the place death, considering who thou art, Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Ere one can say-It lightens. Sweet, good night! Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, these walls;
May prove a beauteousflower when nextwe meet. For stony limits cannot hold love out:
20 Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest And what love can do, that dares love attempt ; Come to thy heart, as that within my breast ! Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
Rom. 0, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied ? Jul. If they do see thee, they will murderthee. Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
Rom. Alack ! there lies more peril in thine eye, Rom. The exchange of thy love's faithful von Than twenty of their swords; look thou but sweet, 25 for mine.
[it: And I am proof against their enmity.
Jul. I gave thee mine before thou didst request Jul. I would not for the world, they saw thee And yet I would it were to give again. here.
[sight: Rom. Would'st thou withdraw itè for what Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their
purpose, love? And, but thou love me, let them find me here; 30. Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again : My life were better ended by their hate,
And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
[quire; The more I have, for both are infinite. Rom. By love, who first did prompt me to en-35 I hear some noise within; Dear love, adieu! He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
[Nurse calls withir. I ain no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
Inon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true, As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sca, Stay but a little, I will come again. [Erit. I would adventure for such merchandize.
Kom. O blessed blessed night! I am afeard, Jul. Thou know'st, the mask of night is on 40 Being in night, all this is but a dream, my face;
Too flattering sweet to be substantial. Else would'a maiden blush bepaint my chcek,
Re-enter Juliet, above. For that which thou hast heard ine speak to-night. Jul. Three words, dear Romeo,and good night, Fain would I dwell on form, fain fain deny
indeed. What I have spoke; But farewell compliment ! 13 If that thy bent of love be honourable, Dost thou love me? I know, thou wilt say-y; Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear’st, By one that I'll procure to come to thee, [rite; Thou may'st prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the They say, Jove laughs. O, gentle Romeo, And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll say, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
And follow thce my lord throughout the world. Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
(Within: Madain. I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, I come anon.--But if thou mean'st not well, So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world. I do beseech thee,[1¥ithin: Madam.] By-and-by, In truth, fair Montague, I ain too fond;
I coinc: And therefore thou may’st think my’haviour light; 5 ; To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true, To-inorrow will I send. Than those that have more cunning to be strange. Rom. So thrive my soul; I should have been more strange, I must confess, Jul. A thousand times good night!
[Exit. But that thou over-heardst, ere I was ware,
Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy My true love's passion: therefore pardon ine;
[books; And not impute this yielding to light love, Love toward love, as school-boys from their Which the dark night hath so discovered. Butlovefromlove,towardsschool withheavy looks. 1 i.e. delayed.
Re-enter Juliet again, above.
10, mickle is the powerful grace', that lies Jul. Hist! Romeo, hist!-0, for a faulconer's In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities: voice,
For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, To lure this tassel-gentle' back again!
But to the earth some special good doth give; Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; 5 Nor aught so good, but, strain’d from that fair use, Else would I tear the cave where echo lies, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; With repetition of my Romeo's name.
And vice sometime's by action dignify'd. Rom. It is my soul, that calls upon my name : Within the infant rind of this small flower How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, 10 Poison hath residence, and med’cine power: Like softest musick to attending ears!
For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each Jul. Romeo!
Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. [part; Rom. My sweet?
Two such opposed foes encamp thein still Jul. At what o'clock to-morrow
In man as well as herbs, grace, and rude will: Shall I send to thee?
15 And, where the worser is predominant, Rom. By the hour of nine.
Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Jul. I will not fail; 'tis twenty years 'till then.
Enter Romeo. I have forgot why I did call thee back.
Rom. Good morrow, father! Rom. Let me stand here 'till thou remember it. Fri, Benedicite !
Jul. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, 20 What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?Rememb’ring how I love thy company. Young son, it argues a distemper'd head,
Ron. And i'll still stay, to have thee still forget, So soon to bid good morrow to, thy bed: Forgetting any other home but this. [gone; Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
Jul. 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee And where care louges, sleep will never lie; And yet no further than a wanton's bird ; 25 But where unbruised youth with unstuft brain Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, Therefore thy earliness doth me assure, (reign: And with a silk thread plucks it back again, Thou art up-rous'd by some distemp’rature; So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Or if not so, then here I hit it right Rom. I would, I were thy bird.
30 Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. Jul. Sweet, so would I;
Rom. Thatlast is true, the sweeter rest was mine. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Fri. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? Good night, good night! parting is such sweet Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no; sorrow,
I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. That I shall say—good night, ’till it be morrow. 35 Fri. That's my good son : But where hast thou
been then? Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. thy breast !
I have been feasting with mine enemy; Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me, Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell; 40 That's by me wounded; both our remedies His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. (Exit. Within thy help and holy physick lies: SCEN E III.
I bear no hatred, blessed man; for, lo,
My intercession likewise steads my foe.
Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Enter Friar Lawrence, with a basket.
45 Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frown- Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love ing night,
is set Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: And flecked a darkness like a drunkard reels As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; From forthday's path-way,made bylitan'swheels: 50 And all combin’d, save what thou must combine Now ere the sun advance his burning eye, By holy marriage: When, and where, and how, The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, We met, we woo’d, and made exchange of vow, I must up-fill this osier cage of ours
I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. That thou consent to marry us this day. The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; 155 Fri. Holy saint Francis! what a change is here! What is her burying grave, that is her womb: Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, And from her womb children of divers kind So soon forsaken? Young men's love then lies We sucking on her natural bosom find;
Not truely in their hearts, but in their eyes. Many for many virtues excellent,
Holy Saint Francis! what a deal of brine None but for some, and yet all different. 160 Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline !
* The tassel or tiercel (for so it should be spelt) is the male of the gossharuk ; so called, because it is a tierce or third less than the female. This is equally true of all birds of prey Flecked is spotted, dappled, streak'd, or variegated. i.e. efficacious virtue. 3 R
How much salt water thrown away in waste, Mer. More than prince of cats', I can tell you.
[men. 10 Ben. The what? Women may fall, when there's no strength in Mer. The pox of such antick, lisping, affecting
Rom. Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline. fantasticoes; these new tuners of accent! Fri. For doating, not for loving, pupil mine. By-a very good blade !- -a very tall man! Rom. And bad’st me bury love.
a very good whore!
- -Why, is not this a lamenFri. Not in a grave,
15 table thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afTo lay one in, another out to have.
Hicted with these strange flies, these fashion-monRom. I pray thee, chide not: she, whom I love gers, these Pardonnez-inoy's, who stand so much now,
on the new form, that they cannot sit at ease on Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; the old bench? O, their bon's, their bon's* ! The other did not so.
Enter Romeo. Fri. O, she knew well, Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell. Ben. Here comes Romeo, here comes Romco. But come, young waverer, come
Mer. Without his roe, like a dried herring:-0 In one respect I'll thy assistant be;
flesh, tlesh, how art thou fishitied !-Now is he for For this alliance may so happy prove,
25 the numbers that Petrarch flowed in: Laura, to To turn your households' rancour to pure love.
his lady, was but a kitchen-wench;--marry, she Rom. O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. had a better love to be-rhyme her: Dido,a dowdy; Fri. Wisely, and slow; They stumble, that run Cleopatra, a gypsey; Helen and Hero, hildings fast.
[Exeunt. and harlots; Thisbé, a grey eye or so, but not to
30 the purpose.Signior Romeo, bon jour ! there's SCENE IV.
a French salutation to your French slop'. You The STREET.
gave us the counterfeit fairly last night. Enter Benvolio, and Mercutio.
Rom. Good-morrow to you both. What counMer. Where the devil should this Romeo be?- Iterfeit did I give you?
(ceive? Came he not home to-night?
351 21er. The slip, sir, the slipo; Can you not conBen. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. Rom. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was Mer. Why, that same pale hard-hearted wench, great; and, in such a case as mine, a man may that Rosaline,
strain courtesy Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. Mer. That's as much as to say-such a case as
Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, 10 yours constrains a man to bow in the hams, Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
Rom. Meaning—to curt'sy. Mer. A challenge, on my life.
Mer. Thou hast most kindly hit it. Ben. Romeo will answer it.
Rom. A most courteous exposition. Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a Aler. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy. letter.
143 Rom. Pink for flower. Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, Níer. Right. how he dares, being dar'd.
Rom. Why, then is my pump well flower'd'. Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! Mer. Well said: follow me this jest now, 'till stabb’d with a white wench's black eye, shot tho- thou hast worn out thy pump; that, when the rough the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his 50 single sole of it is worn, the jest may remain, after heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's but-shaft; the wearing, solely singular. And is he a man to encounter Tybalt?
Rom. O single-sold jest, solely singular for the Ben. Why, what is Tybalt:
singleness! * Tybert, the name given to the Cat, in the story-book of Reynurd the Fox. ? That is, a gentleman of the first rank, of the first eminence among these duellists; and one who understands the whole science of quarrelling, and will tell you of the first cause, and the second cause, for which a man is to tight. 3 'l'he hay is the word hai, you have it, used when a thrust reaches the antagonist. *j.e. How ridiculous they make themselves in crying out good, and being in ecstacies with every trifle. • Slops are large loose breeches or trowsers, worn at present only by sailors. 6 To understand this play upon the words counterfeit and slip, it should be observed, that in our author's time there was a counterfeit piece of money distinguished by the name of a slip. ? Dr. Johnson says, Here is a vein of wit too thin to be easily found. The fundamental idea is, that Romeo wore pinked pumps, that is, punched with holes in tigures.
Mer. Come between us, good Benvolio; my Rom. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made wit faints.
himself to mar. Rom. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or Nurse. By my troth, it is well said ;-For himI'll cry a inatch.
self to mar, quoth’a?-Gentlemen, can any of you Mer. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, 5 tell me where I may find the young
Romeo? I am done; for thou hast more of the wild-goose Rom. I can tell you; but young Ronieo will in one of thy wits, than, I am sure, I have in my be older when you have found him, than he was whole five: Was 'I with you there for the goose? when you sought him: I am the youngest of that
Rom. Thou wast never with me for any thing, name, for fault of a worse. when thou wast not there for the goose.
Nurse. You say well. Mer. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. Mer. Yea, is the worst well? very well took, Rom. Nay, good goose, bite not.
i' faith; wisely, wisely. Mer. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting'; it is a Nurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confimost sharp sauce.
dence with you. Rom. And is it not well serv'd in toasweet goose? 15
Ben. She will inclite him to some supper. Mer. O, here's a wit of cheverel?, that stretches Aler. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho! from an inch narrow to an ell broad !
Rom. What hast thou found? Rom. I stretch it out for that word-broad, Mer. No hare, sir ; unless a hare, sir, in a which, a dded to the goose, proves thee far and enten pye, that is something stale and hoar ere wide a broad goose.
20 it be spent. Mer. Why, is not this better now than groaning
An old hare hoar, for love? now thou art sociable, now art thou
And an old hare hoar, Romeo; now art thou what thou art, by art as
Is very good meat in lent: well as by nature: for this driveling love is like a
But a hare that is hoar, great natural, that runs lolling up and down to 25
Is too much for a score, hide his bauble in a hole!
When it hours ere it be spent. Ben. Stop there, stop there.
Romeo, will you come to your
father's? we'll to Mer. Thou desirest ine to stop in my tale dinner thither, against the hair 4.
(large. Rom. I will follow you. Ben. Thou would'st else have made thy tale 30 Mer. Farewell, ancient lady; farewel, lady,
Mer. O, thou art deceiv'd, I would have made lady, lady. it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my
[Exeunt Mercutio, and Benvolio. tale; and meant, indeed, to occupy the argument Nurse. I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant'. no longer.
was this, that was so full of his ropery "o? Rom. Here's goodly geer!
35 Rom. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear Enter Nurse, and Peter.
himself talk; and will speak more in a minute, Mer. A sail, a sail, a sail !
than he will stand to in a month. Ben. Two, two; a shirt, and a smock.
Nurse. An’a speak any thing against me, I'll Nurse. Peter!
take him down an 'a were lustier than he is, and Peter. Anon?
40 twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those Nurse. My fan', Peter.
Juhat shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirtMer. Do, good Peter, to hide her face; for her gills; I am none of his skains-inates": ---And fan's the fairer of the two.
thou must stand by too, and suffer every knave Nurse. God ye good-morrow, gentlemen. to use me at his pleasure? Mer. God ye good den“, fair gentlewoman. 45 Pet. I saw no man use you at his pleasure; if I Nurse. Is it good den?
had, my weapon should quickly have been out, I Mer. 'Tis no less, I tell you; for the bawdy warrant you: I dare draw as soon as another man, hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon. if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you !
lon my side. ' A bitter sweeting is an apple of that name: ? Cheverel is soft leather for gloves; from cherreau, a kid, Fr. ? It has been already observed, in a note on All's Well, &c., that a bauble was one of the accoutrements of a licensed fool or jester. * An expression equivalent to one which we now use“ against the grain.” • The business of Peter carrying the Nurse's fan seems ridiculous according to modern manners; but such was formerly the practice. i. e. God give you a good even. Hoar, or hoary, is often used for mouldy, as things grow white from moulding. The burthen of an old song. • Mr. Steevens observes, that the term merchant, which was, and even now is, frequently applied to the lowest sort of dealers, seems anciently to have been used on these familiar occasions in contradistinction to gentleman; signifying that the person shewed by his beliaviour he was a low fellow. The term chap, i. e. chapman, a word of the same import with merchant in its less respectable sense, is still in conmon use among the vulgar, as a general denomination for any person of whom they mean to speak with freedom or disrespect.
A skein or skain was either a knife or a short dagger:-By skuins-mates the nurse means, none of his loose companions who frequent the fencing-school with him, where we may suppose the exercise of this weapon was taught. 3 R 2
'10 i. e. roguery