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To old Free-town, our common judgment-place: Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. [Exeunt Prince and Capulet, &c.
La. Mon. Who fet this antient quarrel new abroach; Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began?
Ben. Here were the fervants of your adverfary, And yours, close fighting, ere I did approach; I drew to part them: In the inftant came The fiery Tybalt, with his fword prepar'd, Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, He swung about his head, and cut the winds: Who, nothing hurt withal, hifs'd him in fcorn. While we were interchanging thrufts and blows, Came more and more, and fought on part and part, 'Till the Prince came, who parted either Part. La. Mon. where is Romeo! Saw you him to day? Right glad am I, he was not at this fray.
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd Sun 'Pear'd through the golden window of the East, A troubled mind drew me to walk abroad: Where underneath the grove of fycamour, That weftward rooteth from the City fide, So early walking did I fee your fon. Tow'rds him I made; but he was 'ware of me, And stole into the covert of the wood.
I, measuring his affections by my own,
3 That moft are bufied &c.] Edition 1597. Inftead of which it is in the other editions thus,
by my own,
Which then moft fought, where moft might not be found,
* And gladly fhun'd, who gladly fled from me.
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means?
Could we but learn from whence his forrows grow,
Ben. See, where he comes: so please you, step afide,
Mon. I would, thou wert so happy by thy ftay
4 And gladly fhun'd &c.] The ten lines following, not in edition 1597, but in the next of 1599. Mr. Pope.
5 Ben. Have you importun'd, &c.] These two speeches also omitted in edition 1597, but inferted in 1599. Mr. Pope.
(a) Sun. Mr. Theobald-Vulg. fame. 1
Ben. Good morrow, cousin.
Ben. It was: what sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Rom. Not having That, which, having, makes them short.
Ben. In love?
Ben. Of love?
Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love? Ben. Alas, that love, fo gentle in his view, Should be fo tyrannous and rough in proof!
Rom. Alas, that love, whofe view is muffled ftill, Should without eyes fee (a) path-ways to his ill! Where fhall we dine?-O me! What fray was
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love:
Ben. No, coz, I rather weep.
[(a) path-ways to his ill. Oxford Editor-Vulg. path ways to his will.]
With more of thine; this love, that thou haft fhewn,
Ben. Soft, I'll go along.
Ben. Tell me in fadnefs, who fhe is you love?
Ben. Groan? why, no; but fadly tell me, who.
Ben. I aim'd fo near, when I fuppos'd you lov'd. Rom. A right good marks-man; and fhe's fair,
Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is foonest hit. Rom. But, in that hit, you mifs;-fhe'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow; fhe hath Dian's wit: And, in ftrong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow, fhe lives unharm'd. She will not stay the fiege of loving terms, Nor 'bide th' encounter of affailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to faint-feducing gold. O, fhe is rich in beauty; only poor,
That when the dies, with her dies Beauty's Store. Bru. Then he hath fworn, that she will still live chafte?
Rom. She hath, and in that Sparing makes huge wafte.
6 Rom. She bath, and in that Sparing, &c.] None of the following fpeeches of this fcene in the firft Edition of 1597. Mr. Pope.
For beauty, ftarv'd with her feverity,
Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. Rom. O, teach me how I fhould forget to think. Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other Beauties.
Rom. 'Tis the way
To call hers (exquifite) in queftion more;
Enter Capulet, Paris, and Servant.
Par. Of honourable reck'ning are you Both,
Cap. But faying o'er what I have faid before: