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Cap. Ready to go, but never to return.
Par, Have I thought long to see this morning's face,', And doth it give me such a fight as this!
La. Cap. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
Nurse. O woe! oh woful, woful, woful day!
Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spighted, flain,
Cap. Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd, -
not (26) In these confusions : Heaven and yourself:
Had (26) Peace bo for mame, confufions: Care lives not in these confufions.] This speech, tho' it contains good christian doctrine, tho' it is perfectly in character for the friar, and not the most despicable for its poetry, Mr. Pope has curtail'd io little or nothing, because it has not the sanction of the firft old copy. By the same rule, had he pursued it throughout; we might have lost some of the finest additional strokes in the two parts of K. Henry IV. But there was ano.' ther reason, I suspect, for curtailing : certain corruptions ftarled,
Had part in this fair maid ; now Heav'n hath all ;
you could not keep from death,
Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
Fri. Sir, go you in, and, Madam, go with him ;
. Paris; every one prepare To follow this fair coarse. unto her grave. which requir’d the indulging his private sense to make them intelligibie, and this was an unreasonable labourú As I have reform'd the pailage above quoted, I dare warrant, I have restor’d our Poet's text; and a fine sensible reproof it contains, against immoderate grief: for the friar begins with telling them, that the cure of those confutions, into which the melancholy accident had thrown them, did not live in the confus'd and inordinate exclamations which they express’d on
(27) For ibo' some Nature bids us all lament.] Some Nature? Sure, it is the general rule of Nature, or she could not bid us all lament.. Í have ventur’d to substituie an epithet, which, I suspect, was lost in the idle, corrupted word, Some; and which admirably quadrates with the verfe fucceeding this ; that tho' the fondness of Nature lay such an injunction upon us, yet that Reason does but mock our unavailing forrow,
The Heav'ns do low'r upon you, for some ill ;
Manent Musiciansy and Nurse..
Nurse. Honest good fellows: ah, put up, put up;. For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. [Exit Nurfea Muf. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
Enter Peter: Per. Musicians, oh musicians, heart's ease, heart's ease; Oh, an you will have me live, why, play heari's ease.
Muf: Why heart's ease?:
Pet. O musicians, because my heart itself plays, my heart itself is full of woe. O, play me some merry dumpen to comfort me!
Muf. Not a dump we, 'tis no time to play now.
Peti No money, on my faith, but the gleek : I will give you the minftrel.
Muf. Then will I give you the serving creature.
Pet. Then will I lay the serving creature's dagger on your pate.. I will carry no crotchets. I'll re you, l'll fa you, do you note me?
Muf. An you ve us, and fa us, you note us...
Pet. Then have at you with my wit: I will dry-be auf you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger : answer me like men : When griping grief the heart doth wound, , Then mufic with her filver found Why, filver found? why, mufick with her filver found? What say you, Simon ( atling?
1. Muf. Marry, Sir, because filver hath a sweet sound. Pet. Pretty! what say you, Hugh Rebecs?
2 Mus, I say, silver sound, because musicians found for filver.
Pet. Pretty too! what say you, Samuel Sound-board? 3 Muf. 'Faith, I know not what to say.
Pet. O, I cry you mercy, you are the finger, I will Jay for you. It is musick with her silver sound, because fúch fellows, as you, have no gold for sounding.
The musick with her silver found
[Exit, finging Mys. What a peftilent knave is this fame?
2 Muf. Hang him, Jack; come, we'll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner.
My boom's lord fits lightly on his throne,
poffeft, When but love's fhadows are so rich in joy?
(28) If I may trust the flatt’ring truth of Deep.] i.e. If I may believe those dreams; if I may confide in their flattering tenour, as in a promise of truth.
How doth my lady ? is my father well ?
Balth. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill;n
Rom. Is it even so ? then i dety you, stars !
Balth. Pardon ine, Sir, I dare not leave you thus.
Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd ;
Balth. No, my good Lord.
gone, And hire those horses ; I'll be with thee straight.
[Exit Balthafar. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night; Let's see for means-O mischief! thou art swift To enter in the thought of desperate men ! I do remember an Apothecary, And hereabouts he dwells, whom late I noted In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, Culling of simples ; meager were his looks ; Sharp misery had worn him to the bones : And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, An alligator ftuft, and other skins Of ill-shap'd fishes ; and about his shelves A beggarly account of empty boxes; Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty feeds, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses Were thinly scatter'd to make up a show. Noting this penury, to myself, I said, An if a man did need a poison now,