That can torment him much, and hold him It shall be his: You shall close prisoner rest, Oth. Soft you; a word or two, before you go. I have done the state some service, and they know it; No more of that:-I pray you, in your letters, Of one that lov'd not wisely, but too well; eres, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon; For he was great of heart. Lod. O Spartan dog, More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea! [TO JAGO. Remains the censure of this hellish villain; • Sentence. [Exeunt THE reader will frequently de at a loss to reconcile the order and passages of Othello, as given in the present edition, with their accustomed delivery on the stage; but it is considered a trifling inconvenience, when coun toracted by the pleasure of possessing (as nearly as the most authentic resources can afford them,) the actual language and construction of the drama, as given by Shakspeare. In the authorized copies of the prompters? Books, and in many editions reprinted from them, the beauty of the original has been somewhat obscured by green-room entics, of conflicting taste, and obsequious managers, more penny-wise than poetical. The scene with the musicians, which introduces Act II.---that incongruous nuisance, the clown---and that equally troublesome excrescence, Bianca the prostitute ---are however, with real judgment, omitted in the representation; and many of the less important passages, such as occur in the scene before the senate--in the soliloquies of lago---in the dialogues between Montano and a gentleman of Cyprus, on the tempest of the preceding night, and between Desdemona and Emilia, on the temptations to adultery, are very considerably abridged. The order of the scenes is also perpetually varied; each theatrical copartnership retaining its peculiar programme of Richard or Othello, in common with its wardrobe, thunder, side-scenes, and mould-candles. ROMEO AND JULIET. LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. IN 1562 Mr. Arthur Brooke published a poem on "The Tragicall Historie of Romeus and Juliett;" the materia TYBALT, Nephew to Lady Capulet. SAMPSON, Servants to Capulet. GREGORY, ABRAM, Servant to Montague. THREE MUSICIANS. CHORUS.-BOY, Page to Paris.-PETER, on LADY MONTAGUE, Wife to Montague. Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both Houses : SCENE, during the greater part of the Play, in Verona: once, in the fifth Act, at Mantua. ACT 1. SCENE I-A public Place. Sam. Gregory, o'my word, we'll not carry Gre. No, for then we should be colliers. • A phrase formerly in use to signify the bearing jerice. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out Sam. I strike quickly, being moved. Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves Gre. To move, is-to stir; and to be valiant, Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to 2 H Gre. That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall. Sam. True; and therefore women, being the weaker Vessels, are ever thrust to the wall:therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall. Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men. Sam. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant : when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids; I will cut off their heads. Gre. The heads of the maids? Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt. Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel it. Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to stand and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of Blesh. Gre. 'Tis well, thou art not fish: if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of the Montagues. Enter ABRAM and BALTHAZER. Enter MONTAGUE, and LADY MONTAGUE. Mon. Thou villain, Capulet,-Hold me not; let me go. La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek Enter PRINCE, with Attendants. That quench the fire of your pernicious rage Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will On pain of torture, from those bloody hands back thee. Gre. How? turn thy back, and run? Sam. Fear me not. Gre. No, marry: I fear thee! Sum. Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin. Gre. I will frown as I pass by: and let them take it as they list. Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir? Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir? Sam. No, Sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, Gre. Do you quarrel, Sir? Sam. If you do, Sir, I am for you; I serve as good a man as you. Abr. No better. Sam. Well, Sir Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground, And hear the sentence of your moved prince.- A [Exeunt PRINCE and Attendants; CAPU LET, LADY CAPULET, TYBALT, CITI- Speak, nephew, were you by when it began? versary, And your's, close fighting ere I did approach: Till the prince came, who parted either part. Right glad 1 am, he was not at his fray. sun, Ben. I do but keep the peace; put up thy Peer'd through the golden window of the east, sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad; Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate That westward rooteth from the city's side,— the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: So early walking did I see your son: [They fight., measuring his affections by my own, Enter several Partizans of both Houses, who That most are busied when they are most alone, With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew. Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs: • Angry. But all so soon as the all-cheering sun Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Could we but learn from whence his sorrows We would as willingly give cure, as know. Enter RoMEO, at a distance. Ben. See, where he comes: So please you, I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. Ben. Good morrow, cousiu. Rom. Not having that, which having, makes Ben. In love? Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love. Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in bis view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still. Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine ?-o me!-What fray was here? Yet tell not, for I have heard it all. [love: :- health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!- Ben. No, coz, I rather weep. Rom. Good heart, at what? Ben. At thy good heart's oppression. Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. [Going. Ben. Soft, I will go along; not here; This is not Romeo, he's some other where. In seriousness. Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee? D But sadly tell me, who. Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his Ah word ill urg'd to one that is so ill!- Rom. A right good marksman!-And she's Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is sootiest hit. Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss: she'll not With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit; She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes For beauty, starv'd with her severity, Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes: Rom. 'Tis the way To call her's exquisite, in question more: fair; He, that is strucken blind, cannot forget Farewell; thou canst not teach me to forget. SCENE II-A Street. Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and SERVANT. Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both; 1 My child is yet a stranger in the world, made. Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early made. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she; • A compliment to Queen Elizabeth, in whose reign the play was first represcuted. [Exit. Such as I love; and you, among the store, [more. not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel none. Come, go with me ;-Go, Sirrab, trudge about Through fair Verona; find those persons out, Whose names are written there, [Gives a Paper.] and to them say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. [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 tailor 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, Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; With all the admired beauties of Verona : Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to tires! And these,-who often drown'd could never die,Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars ! One fairer thau my love! th' all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun. Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois'd with herself in either eye: Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp'd, and tormented, and-Good-eʼen, good fellow. Serv. God gi' good e'en.-I pray, Sir, can you read ? Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. Serv. Perhaps you have learn'd it without book: But I pray, can you read any thing you see? SCENE III-A Room in CAPULET'S House. Enter Lady CAPULET and NURSE. La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me. Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve bade her come.-What, lainb! what, ladyyear old,[bird!-God forbid !-where's this girl ?—what, Juliet ! Enter JULIET. Jul. How now, who calls? La. Cup. This is the matter:-Nurse, give leave awhile, We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back again; I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel. Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age. Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto a hour. La. Cap She's not fourteen. Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, And yet, to my teený be it spoken, I have but four, Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the lan-She is not fourteen: How long is it now guage. Serv. Ye say honestly; Rest you merry! Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read. [Reads. Signior Martino, and his wife and daughters; County Anselme, and his beauteous sisters; 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 Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena. To Lammas tide? La. Cap. A fortnight, and odd days. Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Come Lammas-eve at night, shall she be four teen. Susan and she,-God rest all Christian souls!- A fair assembly; [Gives back the Note.] Whither Of all the days of the year, upon that day : should they come ? Serv. Up. |