I do befeech thee-[Within: Madam.] By and by, I come To cease thy fuit, and leave me to my grief. To morrow will I fend. Rom. So thrive my foul, ful. A thousand times, good night. [Exit. Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes tow❜rd love, as school-boys from their books; But love from love, tow'rds school with heavy looks. Enter Juliet again. Jul. Hift! Romeo, hift! O for a falkner's voice, To lure this Taffel gentle back againBondage is hoarfe, and may not speak aloud; Elfe would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarfe than mine, With repetition of my Romeo.. Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name, How filver-fweet found lovers' tongues by night, Like fofteft mufick to attending cars! Jul. Romeo! Rom. My Sweet! Jul. At what o' clock to morrow Shall I fend to thee? Rom. By the hour of nine, Jul. I will not fail, 'tis twenty years 'till then,I have forgot why I did call thee back. Rom. Let me ftand here 'till thou remember it. Jul. I fhall forget, to have thee still stand there; Remembring how I love thy company. Rom. And I'll ftill ftay to have thee ftill forget, Forgetting any other home but this. Jul. 'Tis almoft morning. I would have thee gone, 'Like a poor prifoner in his twifted gyves, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night. Parting is fuch sweet sorrow, That I fhall fay good night, 'till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breaft! 'Would I were fleep and peace, fo sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghoftly Friar's close Cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit. Fri. 4 S C CE NE III. Enter Friar Lawrence, with a basket. THE grey-ey'd morn fmiles on the frowning Check'ring the eastern clouds with ftreaks of light: With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers. None but for fome, and yet all different. 4 The grey-ey'd morn &c.] Thefe four first lines are here replac'd, conformable to the firft Edition, where fuch a defcription is much more proper than in the mouth of Romeo juft before, when he was full of nothing but the thoughts of his mistress. Mr. Pope. Nor Nor aught fo good, but, ftrain'd from that fair use, Rom. Good morrow, father. What early tongue fo fweet faluteth me? 5 Poifon hath refidence, and medicine power: ] I believe ShakeSpear wrote, more accurately, thus, Poifon hath refidence, and medic'nal power: i e. both the poifon and the antidote are lodged within the rind of this flower. 6 Two fuch oppofed FOES] This is a modern Sophiftication. The old books have it opposed KINGS. So that it appears, Shakespear wrote, Two fuch oppofed KIN. Why he calls them Kin was, becaufe they were qualities refiding in one and the fame fubftance. And as the enmity of oppofed Kin generally rifes higher than that between firangers, this circumftance adds a beauty to the expreffion. Rom. Rom. That laft is true, the fweeter Reft was mine. Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again; Fri. Be plain, good fon, and homely in thy drift; Riddling confeffion finds but riddling fhrift. Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love is fet. On the fair daughter of rich Capulet; As mine on hers, fo hers is fet on mine; And all combin'd; fave what thou must combine Fri. Holy faint Francis, what a change is here! Hath washt thy fallow cheeks for Rosaline? And And art thou chang'd? pronounce this fentence then, Fri. Not in a Grave, To lay one in, another out to have. Rom. I pray thee, chide not: fhe, whom I love now, Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow : The other did not fo. Fri. Oh, fhe knew well, Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell. For this alliance may fo happy prove, To turn your houfhold-rancour to pure love. Rom. O let us hence, I ftand on fudden hafte. Fri. Wifely and flow; they stumble that run fast. [Exeunt. SCE NE IV. Changes to the STREET. Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. Mer.WHERE the devil should this Romeo be ? came he not home to night? Ben. Not to his father's, I fpoke with his man. Mer. Why, that fame pale, hard-hearted, wench, that Rofaline, torments him fo, that he will, fure, run mad. Ben. Tybalt, the kinfman to old Capulet, Hath fent a letter to his father's house. Mer. A challenge, on my life. Ben. Romeo will anfwer it. Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a letter. Ben. |