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Ben. It was: what sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Rom. Not having that, which, having,- makes them Ben. In love ?

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

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

Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled ftill,
Should without eyes fee path-ways to his will !
Where shall we dine ?-0 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 :
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-feeming forms !
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, fick health!
Still-waking Neep, 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 tranfgreffion.-
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast;
Which thou wilt propagate, to have them preit
With more of thine ; this love, that thou haft shewn,
Doth add more grief to too much of miñe own.
Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of fighs,
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. Ber. Soft, I'll go along. And if you leave me fo, you do me wrong.

R-mn. Tut! I have lost myself, I am not here;
This is not Romio, he's some other where.
Bon. Tell me in sadness, who she is you love?

Rom.

Rom. What, shall I groan and tell thee?
Ben. Groan? whý, no; but fadly tell me, who. -

Rom. Bid a fick man in sadness make his will :-
O word, ill-urg'd to one that is so ill !-
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

Bin. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you lov'd.
Rom. A right good marks-man ;--and she's fair, I love.
Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

Rom. But, in that hit, you miss ; -- she'll not be hit
With Cupia's arrow; The hath' Dian's wit:
And, in strong proof of chastity well arm’d,
From love's weak childish bow, the lives unharm'd..
She will not stay the fiege of loving terms,
Norbide th' encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor ope her lap to faint-seducing gold.
O she is rich in beauty ; only poor,
That when she dies, with her dies Beauty's store. (5)

Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still live challe?

Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste.
For beauty, starv'd with her severity,
Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
She is too fair, too wise; wisely too 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 hould forget to thinks

Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes ;
Examine other beauties.

Rom. 'Tis the way
To call hers (exquisite) in question more:
I hofe happy malks, that kiss fair ladies' brows,
Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair a

(5) That, when he dies, with beauty dies her store.} This conveysno satisfactory idea to me. I have ventur’d'at a night transposition, which gives a meaning, warranted, I think, by what Romes says in his very next speech. She is rich in beauty, and if the dies a maid, the cuts off that beauty from its succession.

For beauty, farv'd with her severity,
Cuts beauty off from all pofterity.

He

He that is ftrucken blind, cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eye-light loft.
Shew me a mistress that is pafling fair.;
What doth her beauty serve, but as a note,
Where I may read, who pass’d. that passing fair ? :
Rarewel, thou canst not teach me to forget.
Ben...I'll
pay that doctrine, or else die in debt,

(Exeunte
Enter Capulet; Paris, and Servant.
Cap. And Montague is bound as well as: 1,.,
In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard
For men fo 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 she are happy mothers made.
Cap. And too soon marr'd are those fo.early made :
The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but the..
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 the agree, within her scope of choice
Lies my consent, and fair according voice :
This night, I hold an old-accustom'd feast,
Whereto 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 comfort às do lusty young men feel,
When well-apparel'd April on the heel
Cf limping Winter treads, even such delight:
i mong fresh female-buds shall you this night

Inherit

Inherit at my house ; hear all, all fee,
And like her most, whose merit most shall be:
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.

[Exeun! Capulet and Paris. Serv. Find them out, whose names are written here

It is written, that the Shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the Taylor with his last, the Fisher with his pencil, and the Painter with his nets, But I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ; and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the Learned.-In good time,

Enter Benvolio and Romeo. Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burning,',

One pain is lessen?d by another's anguish : Turn giddy, and be help'd by backward turning;

Onė desperate grief cure with another's languish :-
Take thou some new infection to the eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.

Rom. Your plantan leaf is excellent for that. -
Ben. For what, I pray thee?
Rom. For your broken shin.
Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad?

Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is : :
Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Whipt and tormented; and-Good e'en, good fellow.

[to the Servant, Serv. God gi' good e'en : I pray, Sir, can you read ? Rom. Ay, mine own fortune is my misery. Serr. Perhaps, you have learn'd' it without book; :

but, I pray,

Can

you read any thing you see?
Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
Serv. Ye fay honestly, rest you merry,
Rom. Stay, fellow, i can read.

[He

[He reads the letter.] Ignior Martino, and his wife and daughters : Count

Anselm and his beauteous fifters ; the lady widow of Vitruvio ; Signior Placentio, and his lovely nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine uncle Capulets his wife and daughters; my fair niece Rosaline ; Livia; Signior Valentio, and his coulin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena. A fair assembly; whither should they come (6).

Serv. Up.
Rom. Whither?
Serv. To supper, to our house.
Rom. Whole house i
Serv. My master's.
Rom. Indeed, I should have akt you that before.

Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking. My master isthe great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Reft you merry

[Exito Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; With all th' admired beauties of Verona. Gó thither, and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I thall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye

Maintains fuch, fälfhoods, then turn tears to fires : And these, who, often drown'd, could never die,.

Transparent hereticks, be burnt for liars ! Oně fairer than my love! th' all-seeing Sun Ne'er saw her match, fince first the world begun.

Ben. T'ut! tut! you saw her fair, none else being by Herself pois'd with herself, in either eye:

(6) A fair assembly : wbitber foould they come ?
Serv. Up:
Rom. Wbitber? to supper ?:

Serv. To our boufe.] Romeo had read over the list of invited guests ; but he must be a prophet, to know they were invited to supper. This comes much more aptly from the servant's anfwer, than Romeo's ques. tion; and must undoubtedly be placed to him. Mr. Warburton.

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