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Ben. Of love?
Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
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.
Ben. No, coz, I rather weep.
Rom. * Why, such is love's transgression.
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,
Rom. Tut, I have lost myself, I am not here;
Ben. s Tell me in sadness, who she is you love?
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. But, in that hit, you miss; she'll not be hit
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
Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her.
Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes ;
Rom. 'Tis the way
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.
Par. Of honourable reck’ning are you both,
Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before;
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,
; 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
Such comfort as ’ do lusty young men feel,
[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