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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?-Ö 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 breast.
'Why then, O brawling love ! O loving hate !
Oh, any thing of nothing first create !
O heavy lightness ! serious vanity!
Mif-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, fick health !
Still-waking fleep, 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.

9-10 his will!] Sir T. Hun- hate another is no such uncom. mer, and after him Dr. Warbur.

mon ftate, as can deserve all this con, read, to his ill. The pre- coil of antithesis. fent reading has some obícurity; 3 W ky such is love's transgresthe meaning may be, that love fron.-) 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 fenle 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

Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs,
3 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,
Ą choaking gall, and a preserving sweet.
Farewel, my cousin,

Ben. Soft, I'll go along.
And if you leave me fo, 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?

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

Bex. A right fair mark, fair coz, is foonest 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 arm'd,
From love's weak childish bow, she lives unharm’d.
She will not stay the fiege of loving terms,
Nor 'bide th' encounter of affailing eyes,
Nor ope her lap to faint-seducing gold,



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

in lovers' eyes;] The authour the foregoing or following line may mean bring purged of smoke, that rhym'd to it, is loft. but it is perhaps a me-ning Dever s Teil me in sadness,] That is, given to the word in any other tell me gruvels, tell me in seriplace. I would rather read, oufnefs.

Being urged, a fire spårkling. 6 in ftrong proof) In chastity Being excited and inforced. To of proof, as we say in armour of

the fire is the technical term. proef. Being vex'd, &c.] As this



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

chaste ? * Rom. She hath, and in that Sparing makes huge

For beauty, starv'd with her severity,
Curs 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 fáir ;
He that is strucken blind, cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eye-sight 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
pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.


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

be destroyed by death, who Thall, 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 in the first edition of 1597. Pore. he, in beauty, and only poor in 9 too wisely fair, ] Hanmer, being subject to the lot of huma- For, wisely roa fair.



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 fo old as we to keep the peace.

Par. Of honourable reck’ning are you both,
And, pity ʼtis, 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 soon marr'd are those so 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,


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

ear:b:] 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 itay of my preffion not very intelligible, unless he means that she is heir to 2 Eartb-treading stars that make his estate, and I suppose no man dark heaven's light.] This


full years.

Such comfort as ’ do lusty young men feel,
When well-appareld 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 moit, 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,


nonfenle should be reformed as much in an affembly of beau. thus,

te:, as young men feel in the month Earıh-treading flars that make of ripril, is surely to waste found dark EVEN light.

upon a very poor sentiment. I i... When the evening is dark read, and without stars, thele earthly Such comfort as do lufty 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 the 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 profthing more commonly said, than pect of the harveit fills him wich that beauties eclipse the sun! delight. Has not Pope the thought and 4 Which on more view of many, the word ?

mine, being one, Sol through white curtains finct May fand in number, tho' in a tim's ous ray,

reck’ning none] The first of And ope'd ih je eyes that myff these lines I do not underftand. eclipse che day.

The old folio gives no help ; the Both the old and the new read. pallige is there, W’hich one more ing are philosophical nonsense, view. I can offer nothing beto but they are both, and both e. ter than this: qually poetical fenfe.

Wishin your view of many, 3-do lufty young men feel,] To nine being one, fay, and to say in pompous May and in number, &c. wusds, that a young man fall fech


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