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Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
Enter Nurse, and Peter.
[Exit Peter. Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,- lord! why look't
Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave a while ;-
Jul. I would, thou hadît my bones, and I thy news :
4 If good, tbou sbams the musick of sweet news,
By playing it to me with so four a face.] So, în Antony and Cleo. patra :
-needs fo tart a favour, " To trumpet such good tidings!" Again, in Cymbeline :
-if it be summer-news, « Smile to it before." MALONE. S Wbat a jaunt bave I bad!] This is the reading of the folio. The quarto reads :
—what a jaunce have I had ! The two words appear to have been formerly synonymous, See King Ricbard II. " Spur-galld and tir'd by jauncing Bolingbroke," MALONE. G 3
Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse,
Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice ; you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he ; though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body, - though they be not to be talk'd'on, yet they are paft compare : He is not the flower of courtesy,—but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.-Go thy ways, wench; serve God:- What, have you dined at home ?
Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before; What says he of our marriage ? what of that?
Nurje. l.ord, how my head akes ! what a head have I? It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. My back o' t'other side, -O, my back, my back! Beihrew your heart, for sending me about, To catch my death with jaunting up and down!
Jul. I'faith, I am sorry that thou art not well : Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And, I warrant, a virtuous :- Where is your mother?
Jul. Where is my mother? - why, the is within ; Where should she be ? How oddly thou reply't?
No, no: But all sbis did I know before;
What says he of our marriage ? wbar of obat >] So, in Tbe Tiao gisali History of Romeus and Juliet, 1962:
. Tell me else what, quod The, this evermore I thought ;
Your love fays like an honeft gentlemar,
Nurse. O, God's lady dear!
Jul. Here's such a coil ;-Come, what says Romca?
Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Lawrence' cell,
[Exeunt. SCENE VI.
Friar Lawrence's Cell.
7. This scene was entirely new formed: the reader may be pleased to have it as it was at first written :
Rom. Now, father Laurence, in thy holy grant
Confifts the good of me and Juliet.
To make you happy, if in me it lie.
And confummate those never-parting bands,
And come the will.
Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
Fri. These violent delights have violent ends,
Erter Juliet somewbat fall, and embracętb Romeo.
Of love and joy, see, see the loveregn power!
(Clos'd in night's mifts) attend the frolick day,
And thou art come.
Come to my fun; shine forth, and make me fair.
Defer embracements to some fitter time:
“ 'Till holy church hath join'd you both in one."
STEEVENS. 8 These violent deligbts bave violent ends,] So, in our authour's Rape of Lucrece:
« These violent vanities can never laft.” MALONE. 9 Too swift arrives-) He that travels too fast is as long before he comes to the end of his journey, as he chat travels now. Precipitation produces mishap. JOHNSON.
Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor.
Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words?,
* Here comes tbe lady : &c.] However the poet might think the alle. ration of this scene on the whole to be necessary, I am afraid, in refpect of the passage before us, he has not been very successful. The violent hyperbole of never wearing out tbe everlasting fint appears to me not only more reprehensible, but even less beautiful than the lines as they were originally written, where the lightness of Juliet's motion js accounted for from the cheerful effects the paflion of love produced in her mind. STEEVENS.
2 A lover may beffride ibe golfamours-] The Gollamer is the long white filament which flies in the air in summer. So, in Hannibal and Scipio, 1637, by Nobbes :
's Fine as Arachne's web, or gofamer,
STELVINS See Bullokar's English Expositor, 1616: “Goffomor. Things that flye like cobwebs in the ayre." MALONE.
3 Conceit, more ricb, &c.] Conceit here means imagination. So, in the Rape of Lucrece:
'« —which the conceited painter drew so proud," &c. See Vol. VI. p. 536, n. 8
MALONE. 4 Ibey are bui beggars that can count their wortb;] So, in Mucb ado about Nothing: “I were but little happy, if I could say how much," MALONS.