Which ten times fafter glide than the fun's beams, Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve My words would bandy her to my sweet love, But old folks, many feign as they were dead; Enter Nurfe, and Peter. O God, fhe comes!-O honey nurse, what news? [Exit Peter. Jul. Now, good fweet nurfe,-O lord! why look'ft thou fad? Though news be fad, yet tell them merrily; Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave a while;- 4 If good, thou fbam'ft the mufick of sweet news, By playing it to me with fo four a face.] So, in Antony and Cleopatra: "needs fo tart a favour, "To trumpet fuch good tidings!" Again, in Cymbeline: -if it be fummer-news, "Smile to it before." MALONE. 5 What 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 fynonymous, See King Richard II. Spur-gall'd and tiɛ'd by jauncing Bolingbroke," MALONE. Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse, speak. Nurse. Jefu, What hafte? can you not stay awhile? Do you not fee, that I am out of breath? Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou haft breath To fay to me- -that thou art out of breath? Nurfe. Well, you have made a fimple 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 past compare: He is not the flower of courtefy,-but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.-Go thy ways, wench; ferve God:-What, have you dined at home? Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before; What fays he of our marriage? what of that? back! Nurfe. Lord, how my head akes! what a head have I ? It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. back, my My back o' t'other fide,-O, my Bethrew your heart, for fending me about, To catch my death with jaunting up and down! Jul. I'faith, I am forry that thou art not well: Sweet, fweet, fweet nurfe, tell me, what fays my love? Nurfe. Your love fays 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'st? • No, no: But all this did I knew before; What fay's he of our marriage? bat of that P] So, in The Tra gicali Hiftory of Romeus and Juliet, 1562: Tell me elfe what, quod fhe, this evermore I thought; "But of our marriage, fay at once, what answer have you brought?" MALONE. Your love fays like an honeft gentleman, Nurfe. O, God's lady dear! Are you fo hot? Marry, come up, I trow; Jul. Here's fuch a coil ;-Come, what fays Romeẹo ? Nurfe. Then hie you hence to friar Lawrence' cell, Friar Lawrence's Cell. Enter Friar LAWRENCE, and ROMEO7. Fri. So fmile the heavens upon this holy act, That after-hours with forrow chide us not! [Exeunt. Rom. 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 Friar. Without more words, I will do all I may Rom. This morning here the 'pointed we should meet, And come the will. Friar. I guess the will indeed: Youth's love is quick, fwifter than fwifteft speed. G 4 Enter Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, Fri. Thefe violent delights have violent ends, And in the tafte confounds the appetite: Enter Juliet fomewhat faft, and embraceth Romeo. So light a foot ne'er hurts the trodden flower; Rom. My Juliet, welcome! As do waking eyes And thou art come. Jul. I am (if I be day) Come to my fun; fhine forth, and make me fair. Friar. Come, wantons, come, the ftealing hours do pafs Part for a time, "you shall not be alone, "Till holy church hath join'd you both in one.” Jul. Make hafte, make hafte, this ling'ring doth us wrong. [Exeunt. STEEVENS. 8Thefe violent delights bave violent ends,] So, in our authour's Rape of Lucrece: "Thefe violent vanities can never laft." MALONE. 9 Too fwift arrives-] He that travels too faft is as long before he comes to the end of his journey, as he that travels flow. Precipitation produces mishap. JOHNSON. Enter Enter JULIET. Here comes the lady :-O, fo light a foot Jul. Good even to my ghoftly confeffor. Fri. Romeo thall thank thee, daughter, for us both. Jul. As much to him, elfe are his thanks too much. Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then fweeten with thy breath This neighbour air, and let rich mufick's tongue Unfold the imagin'd happinefs that both Receive in either by this dear encounter. Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, They are but beggars that can count their worth +;" Here comes the lady: &c.] However the poet might think the alte ration of this fcene on the whole to be neceflary, I am afraid, in refpect of the paffage before us, he has not been very fuccessful. The violent hyperbole of never wearing out the everlasting flint appears to me not only more reprehenfible, but even lefs beautiful than the lines as they were originally written, where the lightness of Juliet's motion is accounted for from the cheerful effects the paflion of love produced in her mind.. STEEVENS. 2 A lover may beftride the goffamours-] The Gofamer is the long white filament which flies in the air in fummer. So, in Hannibal and Scipio, 1637, by Nabbes: Fine as Arachne's web, or gofamer, "Whose curls when garnish'd by their dreffing, fhew STELVENS. See Bullokar's English Expofitor, 1616: "Goffomor. Things that flye like cobwebs in the ayre." MALONE. 3 Conceit, more rich, &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 4 They are but beggars that can count their worth;] So, in Much ado about Nothing: "I were but little happy, if I could fay how much." MALONS. I cannot |