He that is ftrucken blind, cannot forget Enter Capulet, Paris, and Servant. Cap. And Montague is bound as well as: 1,.. Par. Of honourable reck'ning are you both, Par. Younger than fhe are happy mothers made. Inherit Inherit at my house; hear all, all fee, And like her moft, whose merit most shall be: [Exeunt 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 laft, the Fisher with his pencil, and the Painter with his nets, But I am fent to find those persons whofe names are here writ; and can never find what names the writing perfon hath here writ. I muft to the Learned.-In good time,— Enter Benvolio and Romeo. Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burning, One pain is leffen'd by another's anguish: Turn giddy, and be help'd by backward turning; One defperate grief cure with another's languifh :Take thou fome new infection to the eye, And the rank poison of the old will die. Rom. Your plantan leaf is excellent for that. - 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 prifon, 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 mifery. Serv. Perhaps, you have learn'd it without book: : but, I pray, Can you read any thing you fee? Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the language. Rom. Stay, fellow, I can read. [He S [He reads the letter.] Ignior Martino, and his wife and daughters: Count Anfelm and his beauteous fifters; the lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and his lovely nieces; Mercutio. and his brother Valentine; mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece Rofaline; Livia; Signior Valentio, and his coufin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena.. A fair affembly; whither should they come ? (6) Serv. Up. Rom. Whither? Serv. To fupper, to our house. Serv. My master's. Rom. Indeed, I should have askt you that before. Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking. My mafter 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. Ben. At this fame ancient feast of Capulet's [Exit.. Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye Ben. Tut! tut! you faw her fair, none elfe being by Herself. pois'd with herself, in either eye : (6) A fair affembly : whither should they come ?* Serv. Up. Rom. Whitber? to fupper? Serv. To our boufe.] Romeo had read over the lift of invited guests but he must be a prophet, to know they were invited to fupper. This comes much more aptly from the fervant's anfwer, than Romeo's queftion; and must undoubtedly be placed to him. Mr. Warburton. But But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd [Exeunt. SCENE changes to Capulet's Houfe. Enter Lady Capulet, and Nurse. Ea. Cap. NURSE, where's my daughter? call her to me. Nurfe. Now (by my maiden-head, at twelve years old): I' bade her come; what, lamb,-what, lady-bird, Godforbid! where's this girl ?" what, Juliet ? Enter Juliet. Jul. How now, who calls? Norfe. Your mother. Jul. Madam, I am here, what is your will? La. Cap. This is the matter- -Nurfe, give leave a while, we must talk in fecret;, Nurse, come back again, I have remember'd me, thou fhalt hear our counsel: thou know'ft my daughter's of a pretty age. Nurfe. Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. La. Cap. She's not fourteen. Nurse. I lay fourteen of my teeth, (and yet to my teen be it spoken, I have but four;) fhe's not fourteen; how long is it now to Lemmas-tide? La. Cap. A fortnight and odd days. Nurfe. Even or odd, of all days in the year, come Lammas eve at night, shall she be fourteen. Sfan and (7) -let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against fome other maid.] But the comparison was not to be betwixt the love that Romeo's mistress paid him, and the perfon of any other young woman: but betwixt Romeo's mistress herfelf, and fome other that fhould be match'd against her. The Poet: therefore must certainly have wrote; Your lady-love against fome other maid. So the comparison stands right, and fenfibly. the (God reft all christian fouls!) were of an age. Well, Sufan is with God, fhe was too good for me. But as I faid, on Lammas-eve at night shall the be fourteen, that fhall fhe, marry, I remember it well. 'Tis fince the earthquake now eleven years, and she was wean'd, I never fhall forget it, of all the days in the year, upon that day; for I had then laid worm-wood to my dug, fitting in the fun under the dove-house wall, my Lord and you were then at Mantuanay, I do bear brain. But, as I faid, when it did tafte the worm wood on the nipple of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool, to fee it teachy, and fall out with the dug. Shake, quoth the dove-house-'twas no need, I trow, to bid me trudge; and fince that time it is eleven years, for then she could stand alone; nay, by th' rood, she could. have run, and waddled all about; for even the day before the broke her brow, and then my husband, (God be with his foul, a' was a merry man ;) took up the child; Yea, quoth he, doft thou fall upon thy face? thou wilt fall backward when thou haft more wit, wilt thou not, Julé? and, by my holy dam, the pretty wretch left crying, and faid, Ay. To fee now, how a jeft fhall come about. I warrant, an' I fhould live a thousand years, I should not forget it: Wilt thou not, Jule? quoth he: and, pretty fool, it ftinted, and faid, Ay. La. Cap. Enough of this,.I pray thee, hold thy peace. Nurfe. Yes, Madam; yet I cannot chufe but laugh, to think it should leave crying,, and fay, Ay; and yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow a bump as big as a young cockrel's stone. a perilous knock, and it cried bitterly. Yea, quoth my husband, fall'ft upon thy face? thou wilt fall backward when thou comeft to age, wilt thou. not, Julé? it ftinted, and faid, Ay. ul. And ftint thee too, I pray thee, nurse, fay I. Nurfe. Peace, I have done: God mark thee to his grace! Thou waft the prettiest babe, that e'er I nurst. An' I might live to fee thea married once, I have my wish. La.. Cap. And that fime marriage is the very theme.. I came |