Fri. Arife, one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyfelf. [Knock within. Rom. Not I, unless the breath of heart-fick Groans, Mist-like, infold me from the Search of Eyes.

[Knock. Fri. Hark, how they knock !(who's there?)Romeo, arife.

Thou wilt be taken-(stay a while)-stand up:

[Knocks.

Run to my Study-(By and by)-God's will!
What wilfulness is this?-I come, I come. [Knock.
Who knocks fo hard; whence come you? what's
your will?

Nurfe. [Within.] Let me come in, and you shall know my errand :

I come from Lady Juliet.

Fri. Welcome then.

Enter Nurfe.

Nurfe. O holy Friar, oh, tell me, holy Friar, Where is my lady's Lord? where's Romeo?

Fri. There, on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.

Nurfe. O'he is even in my mistress' cafe,

Juft in her cafe, O woful sympathy!

Piteous predicament! ev'n fo lies the,

Blubb'ring and weeping, weeping and blubbering.

Stand up, ftand up ;

-Stand, an' you be a Man:

For Juliet's Sake, for her Sake, rife and stand.

• Why should you fall into fo deep an

Rom. Oh, Nurfe!

7

Nurfe. Ah Sir! ah Sir!-Death is the end of all.

So Hanmer. The other editions read,

Why Should you fall into fo deep an ob?

Rom.

Rom. Speak'ft thou of Juliet ? how is it with her? Doth not the think me an old murderer,

Now I have ftain'd the childhood of our joy
With blood, remov'd but little from her own?

Where is the? and how does fhe? and what fays
My conceal'd lady to our cancell❜d love?

A

Nurfe. O, fhe fays nothing, Sir, but weeps and weeps;

And now falls on her bed, and then starts up;
And Tybalt cries, and then on Romeo calls,
And then down falls again.

Rom. As if that name,

Shot from the deadly level of a gun,

Did murder her, as that name's curfed hand
Murder'd her kinfman.-Tell me, Friar, tell me,
In what vile part of this anatomy

Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may. fack
The hateful manfion.

Fri. Hold thy desperate hand.

[Drawing his fword.

Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art.
Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote
Th' unreasonable fury of a beaft.

9 Unfeemly Woman in a feeming Man!
And ill-befeeming Beaft in feeming both!
Thou haft amaz'd me. By my holy Order,'
I thought thy difpofition better temper'd.

8 —cancell'd love ?] The folio

reads conceal'd love.

9 Unfeemly Woman, &c.] This ftrange nonfenfe Mr. Pope threw out of his edition for defperate. But it is easily restored as Shake Spear wrote it into good pertinent fenfe.

Unseemly Woman in a fieming
Man!

AN ill-befeeming Beaft in fem-
ing GROTH!

i. e. you have the ill-befeeming paffions of a brute beast in the

well-feeming fhape of a rational creature. For having in the first line faid, he was a woman in the fhape of a man, he aggravates the thought in the fecond, and fays, he was even a brute in the shape of a rational creature. Seeming is ufed in both places, for feemly. WARBURTON. The old reading is probable. Thou art a beaft of ill qualities, under the appearance both of a woman and a man.

Haft

Haft thou flain Tybalt? wilt thou flay thyself?
And flay thy lady, that in thy life lives,

By doing damned Hate upon thyfelf?

'Why rail'ft thou on thy Birth, the Heav'n, and Earth, Since Birth, and Heav'n, and Earth, all three do

meet

In thee at once, which thou at once wouldst lose ?
Fy, fy! thou fham'ft thy Shape, thy Love, thy Wit,
Which, like an Ufurer, abound'ft in all,

And useft none in that true use indeed,
Which should bedeck thy Shape, thy Love, thy Wit.
Thy noble Shape is but a Form of Wax,
Digreffing from the Valour of a Man;

Thy dear Love fworn, but hollow Perjury,
Killing that Love, which thou haft vow'd to cherish.
Thy Wit, that Ornament to Shape and Love,
Mif-shapen in the Conduct of them both,
Like Powder in a skill-lefs Soldier's Flask,
Is fet on Fire by thine own Ignorance,

* And thou difmember'd with thine own Defense.
What, rouse thee, man, thy Juliet is alive,

Why rail'ft thou, &c.] These were again thrown out by Mr. Pope, and for the fame reafon: But they are easily fet right. We fhould read,

Since Birth, and Heav'n, and
Earth, all three so meet,
In thee ATONE; which then at
once would lofe,

¿. e. Why rail
you at your
Birth
and at Heaven, and Earth, which
are all so meet, or aufpicious to
you: And all three your friends,
Lall three in thee atone] and yet
you would lofe them all by one
rash ftroke. Why he said,
Birth, Heaven, and Earth, all
three atone- --was because Ro-
meo was of noble birth, of vir
tuous difpofitions, and heir to a

large patrimony. But by fuicide
he would difgrace the first, offend
the fecond, and forego the en-
joyment of the third. Atone is
frequently ufed by Shakespear in
the fenfe of, to agree, be friendly
together, &c. So in, As you like
it,

Then is there mirth in Heav'n
When earthly things made even
ATONE together.
WARB.

The alteration makes no improvement. The meaning is the fame in the common reading better expreffed.

2 And thou difmember'd with thine own defence.] And thou torn to pieces with thy own weapons.

For

For whofe dear fake thou waft but lately dead a
There art thou happy., Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou flew'ft Tybalt; there thou'rt happy too.
The law, that threatned death, became thy friend,
And turn'd it to exile there art thou happy;
A pack of bleffings light upon thy back,
Happiness courts thee in her beft array,
But, like a misbehav'd and fullen wench,
Thou pout'ft upon thy fortune and thy love.
Take heed, take heed, for fuch die miferable.
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Afcend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
But, look, thou ftay not 'till the watch be fet;
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua,
Where thou shalt live, 'till we can find a time
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
Beg pardon of thy Prince, and call thee back
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy,
Than thou went'it forth in lamentation.
Go before, nurse. Commend me to thy lady,
And bid her haften all the house to bed,
Which heavy forrow makes them apt unto.
Romeo is coming.

Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all night long,

To hear good counfel. Oh, what Learning is!
My Lord, I'll tell my Lady you will come.

Rom. Do fo, and bid my Sweet prepare to chide.
Nurse. Here, Sir, a ring the bid me give you, Sir:
Hie you, make hafte, for it grows very late.
Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this!
Fri. Go hence. Good night. And 4 here ftands
all your ftate;

Either begone before the watch be fet,

Or by the break of day, disguis'd from hence.

3 Go hence. Good night, &c.] Thefe three lines are omitted in all the modern editions.

4-here flands all your fate ;] The whole of your fortune depends on this.

Sojourn

Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
And he fhall fignify from time to time
Every good hap to you, that chances here.

Give me thy hand, Tis late. Farewell. Good night.
Rom. But that a joy, past joy, calls out on me,
It were a grief, fo brief to part with thee. [Exeunt.

SS CEN E VI.

Changes to Capulet's House.

Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris.

HINGS have fallen out, Sir, fo unlucki

Cap. TH

ly,

That we have had no time to move our daughter.
Look you, the lov'd her kinfman Tybalt dearly,
And fo did I.-Well, we were born to die.
'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night.
I promise you, but for your Company,

I would have been a-bed an hour ago.

Par. Thefe times of woe afford no time to wooe. Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter. La. Cap. I will, and know her Mind early to

morrow;

To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.

Of

Cap.Sir Paris, I will make a defperate tender my child's love. I think, fhe will be rul'd

5 SCENE VI.] Some few ne. ceffary verfes are omitted in this fcene according to the oldeft editions. POPE.

• Sir Paris, I will make a Das-
PERATE tender

Of my child's love. This was but an indifferent compliVOL. VIII.

In

ment both to Sir Paris and his Daughter: As if there were small hopes of her ever proving good for any thing. For he could not call the tender, defperate on the little profpect there was of his performing his engagement, becaufe he is fure, he says, that his G

daughter