Ben. Of love?
Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love.

Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

Rom. Alas, chat love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see-path-ways' to his will! Where shall we dine? -O me!- What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.

[Striking his breaft.
'Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate !
Oh, any thing of nothing first create !
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Mil-Ihapen chaos of well-seeming forms !
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!
Still waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?

Ben. No, coz, I rather weep.
Rom. Good heart, at what?
Ben. At thy good heart's oppression.

Rom. * Why, such is love's transgression.-
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast;
Which thou wilt propagate, to have them prest
With more of thine ; this love, that thou hast shown,
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.

9-!0 his will!] Sir T. Hun- hate another is no such uncom. mer, and after him Dr. Warbur.

mon ftate, as can deserve all this lon, read, to his ill. The pre- toil of antithesis. fent reading has some obícurity; Wly such is love's transgrel the mcaning may be, that love fon.-) Such is the conlefinds out means to pursue his de. quence of unskilful and millaken fire. That the blind should find kindness. paths 10 ill is no great wonder. This line is probably muti

• Why then, O brawling love, lated, for being intended to &c.] of these lines neither the rhyme to the line foregoing, ić senle nor occasion is very evi- must have originally been comdent. He is not yet in love with plete in its measure: an enemy, and to love one and

3

Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs,
: Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
+ Being vext, a sea nourish'd with lovers’ tears;
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choaking gall, and a preserving sweet.
Farewel, my cousin,

(Going
Ben. Soft, I'll go along.
And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

Rom. Tut, I have lost myself, I am not here;
This is not Romeo, he's some other where.

Ben. s Tell me in sadness, who she is you love?
Rom. What, shall I groan and tell thee?
Ben. Groan? why, no; but sadly tell me, who.

Rom. Bid a fick man in sadness make his will
O word, ill urg'd to one that is fo 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.
Bew. A right fair mark, fair coz, is sooneft hit.

Rom. But, in that hit, you miss; she'll not be hit
With Cupid's arrow; the hath Dian's wit:
And, in strong proof of chastity well armid,
From love's weak childish bow, The lives unharm'd.
She will not stay the fiege of loving terms,
Nor 'bide th' encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor ope her lap to faint-seducing gold,

3 Being purz'd, a fire sparkling line ftands single, it is likely that

in lovers' eyes;] The authour the foregoing or following line
may meao bring purged of smoke, that rhym'd co it, is loft.
but it is perhaps a me-ning never 5 Teil me in fadness,] That is,
given to the word in any other tell me gruvely, tell me in feri-
place. I would rather read, oufnefs.

Being urged, a fire Sparkling. o in strong proof-) In chastity
Being excited and inforced. To of proof, as we say in armour of
Hrge the fire is the technical term. proof.
Being vex'd, &c.] As this

O,

O, she is rich in beauty; only poor
That when she dies, ? with Beauty dies her Store.
Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still live

chafte? * 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 wise, 9 too wisely 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 exquisite in question more;,
Those happy masks, that kiss fair ladies brows,
Being black, puts us in mind they hide the fair ;
He that is strucken blind, cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eye-light loft,
Shew me a mistress, that is passing fair,
What doth her beauty serve, but as a noté,
Where I may read, who pass’d that passing fair ?
Farewel, thou canst not teach me to forget.
Ben. I'll
рау that doctrine, or else die in debt.

[Exeunt.

can

7 with Beauty dies ber Store.] nity, that her store, or riches, ca Mr. Theobald reads.

be destroyed by death, who fall, With her dies beauties store. by the same blow, put an end to and is followed by the two fuc- beauty. ceeding editors.

I have re

8 Rom. She hath, and in that placed the old reading, because Sparing, &c.] None of the I think it at least as plausible as following speeches of this scene the correction. She is rich, says inthe first edition of 1597. Pore. he, in beauty, and only poor in 9 100 wisely fair,] Hanmer. þeirg subject to the lot of huma- For, wisely roa fair.

SCENE

Enter Capulet, Paris, and Servant.
Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I,
In penalty alike, and 'tis not hard I think,
For men so old as we to keep the peace.

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 Suit ?

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

Par. Younger than the are happy mothers made.

Cap. And too foon marr'd are those fo early made, The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, * 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 she 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

She is the bopeful lady of my ever called his lands his earth. I

earth:) This line not in the will venture to propose a bold first edition.

Pope. change. The lady of his earıb is an ex She is the hope and stay of my preffion not very intelligible, unJess he means that she is heir to 2 Eartb-treading fars that make his estate, and I suppose no man dark HEAVEN's light.] This

nonsense

full years.

Such comfort as 3 do lusty young men feel,
When well-apparel’d April on the heel
Of limping Winter treads, ev'n such delight
Among fresh female buds shall you this night
Inherit at my house; hear all, all fee,
And like her most, whose merit most shall be :
4 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,

ear.

nonfenle Thould be reformed as much in an assembly of beau. thus,

tes, as young men feel in the month · Earth-treading flars that make of April, is Turely to waste found dark EVEN tight.

upon a very poor sentiment. I i. e. When the evening is dark read, and without stars, thele earthly Sucb comfort as do lufy yeomen fars supply their place, and light feel. it up. So again in this play, You shall feel from the fight and Her beauty hangs upon ibe cbeek conversation of those ladies, such of night,

hopes of happiness and such Like a rich jewel in an Erling's pleasure, as the farmer receives

WARBURTON. from the spring, when the plenty But why nonsense ? Is any of the year begins, and the prosthing more commonly said, than pect of the harvelt fills him with that beauties eclipse the fun? delight. Has not Pope the thought and 4 Which on more view of many, the word ?

mine, being orie, Sol brough white curtains foot May stand in number, bo' in a timrous ray,

reck’ning none. The first of And ope'd ih je eyes that must these lines 1° do not underftand. eclipse she day.

The old folio gives no help ; che Both the old and the new read. paffige is there, W’hich one mire ing are philosophical nonfente, view. I can offer nothing bet. but they are both, and both e. ter than this: qually poetical sense.

Within your view of many, 3-do lufty young men feel,] To

nine being one, say, and to say in pom pous May/.and in number, &c. wusds, that a young man fhall fech